Nevara
Thoren’s eyes darkened the instant the word “ride” left my lips. That hungry, predatory gleam I loved so much sent a fresh rush of heat straight through me, pooling low in my belly.
His hands tightened on my hips, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed, possessed in the best possible way.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured, voice already rough with want, the vibration of it traveling straight through his chest into mine.
“Well,” I whispered, leaning down to brush my lips teasingly against his. I nipped at his bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue. “Then you’ll die a very happy king.”
He kissed me like he’d been starving for it all day—slow and deep at first, savoring every second, then hotter, more demanding. His tongue slid against mine i
