ANGELICA POV
I woke up to fire.
Not the scorching kind that burned flesh or lit forests aflame—no. This fire started low in my belly, warm and aching and sharp all at once. A gasp slipped past my lips before I could even open my eyes, and my spine arched off the mattress like my body already knew exactly who was between my thighs.
My mate .
His tongue rolled over me in slow, torturous circles, then dove deeper, hitting a nerve that sent lightning straight to my core. My fingers flew into his hair, fisting the thick strands like they were the only thing tethering me to reality.
“f**k, Killian—”
He groaned at the sound of his name on my lips, and the vibration only added fuel to the fire. I tilted my hips up, guiding his mouth exactly where I needed it. The tip of his tongue flicked my
