The moment I had her pinned against the wall, I knew I was in trouble. My heart was pounding, my thoughts spiraling into dangerous territory. What in the seven hells was I doing?
Alyndra's purple eyes sparkled with that infuriating mix of defiance and intrigue, her lips slightly parted, drawing me in like a moth to a flame.
She smelled like wildflowers after a storm, fresh and intoxicating, and I hated how much I wanted to bury my face in the crook of her neck just to breathe her in.
This was a mistake.
A terrible, delicious mistake.
Yet, even as that thought flickered through my mind, I didn't move away. I couldn't. My grip on her wrists tightened slightly, and I could feel the warmth of her skin under my fingertips, her pulse racing almost as fast as mine. She wasn't afraid no, she was enjoying this. And gods help me, so was I.
I shouldn't be doing this. I never let anyone get this close. Not after everything.