She was left vulnerable beneath him, her body exposed not only to his eyes, but to his energy, to the storm swirling between their souls.
River instinctively moved to shield herself, her cheeks flaming, her hands trembling at the intensity of his gaze, but before she could retreat into shame, his touch captured her again—firm, reverent, claiming.
He looked at her as if she were something precious and powerful and fragile all at once, and that gaze alone was enough to steal her breath and make her forget everything except the thundering beat of her heart.
She froze in fear, but not only. Something inside her started to burn, while she felt in her stomach one thousand butterflies.
His hands were possessive yet reverent as they traveled her skin, memorizing every line, every curve, every
