Chapter 35

Mira's lips hovered just above Ryn's waistband—her breath hovered on his skin, hot and ragged, her black eyes blazing with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver racing down his spine—shadows pulsed around her, coiling tight, eager—her hands clawed at his unbuttoned shirt, shoving it wider, nails raking down his chest in sharp, stinging trails that made his muscles tense.

She licked her lips—slow, deliberate—then dipped lower—her tongue flicked out, hot and wet, tracing a teasing line along the taut skin of his abdomen, circling slow, tasting the salt and soot—her hands gripped his hips, fingers digging in as she pressed her body closer, her heat a tangible force against him.

Ryn's head slammed back against the sofa—his breath hitched hard, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as her touch ignited a wildfire beneath his exhaustion—his amber eyes flared, half-lidded but burning with raw need—his hands clenched the cushions, fabric tearing under his grip.