Tell me how much you want me

Killian couldn't take his eyes off Amara.

He watched her intently, his dark and hungry eyes roamed over her body, drinking in every curve, every counter. Each detail, from the gentle slope of her shoulders to the way her curves caught the light, captivated him.

She lay there, breathless, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink. Sweat glistened on her skin, reflecting the light as if she were a goddess. He felt a familiar heat rising within him, as the air between them seemed to vibrate with unspoken feelings.

Amara lowered her gaze, a shy yet inviting gesture that sent his heart racing. Her lips parted slightly, an unintentional invitation, and the way she bit her bottom lip was a habit that drove him wild with desire.

Unable to resist, he leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair from her face, letting his fingers trail teasingly along her jawline. Then lowering his lips to her neck, sucking gently, leaving marks he knew would linger.