Amber.
Every inch of me sparked alive at the shift—his breath feathering over my skin, warm and teasing, stirring hairs I didn’t even know could feel so sensitive.
His lips hovered there, not quite touching, but close enough to send electric pulses racing down my spine, pooling low in my belly.
The pillar dug cold into my front, a stark contrast to the heat of him pressing behind, his frame solid, unyielding, trapping me in this haze of dread and unwanted fire.
My pulse thundered wild, betraying me, echoing in my ears like a drumbeat I couldn’t silence. His fingers on my wrist loosened just a fraction, but only to slide up my arm, tracing a slow path that left gooseflesh in its wake.
I hated how my body leaned into it, how my hips shifted back instinctively, brushing against the ha
