BREE’S POV
Kaiven’s chest is still blistering hot and pressed flush to my back, every rippling inch of him printed against my spine.
He dips his head and drags his mouth into the curve of my neck. His breath grazes hot against my ear a second before his teeth catch the sensitive shell of it.
I suck in a sharp breath, almost arching into his body, but it takes everything to stand upright, to keep my breathing level, and fight back the urge to moan.
It’s this soft, teasing little bite, but I swear to the Goddess, the naughtiness of it sends a wicked, electric shiver straight down my spine that immediately pools into a blistering heat right between my thighs.
“Let me make it simpler for you, since you like being difficult,” Kaiven rasps directly against my skin. “Unless you want to watch
