Lina's POV
I watched Adrian's eyes darken at my request to dance. The dim light from the city outside cast shadows across his sharp features, making him appear even more predatory than usual.
"I don't dance," he told me, his voice dropping to a rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "I only know how to mate."
Before I could process his words, his mouth crashed against mine. His kiss was nothing like Jasper's careful, practiced caresses. Adrian kissed like a man starving—all heat and demand and barely controlled hunger.
His tongue pushed past my lips, claiming every inch of my mouth, tasting me deeply as his large hand gripped my jaw to keep me from pulling away. His other hand found my breast through the thin fabric of my camisole dress, kneading the soft flesh until I moane
