DAHLIA

His lips tasted like heat and hunger, like danger wrapped in temptation. Our mouths collided in a fierce, consuming kiss, and this time… this time I didn’t hold back.

I pressed into him with everything I had, my fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel him—all of him. And he gave it, gods, he gave it.

Lumumba growled low in his chest, a sound that made my knees weaken. He crushed me against him, one hand at the back of my neck, the other gripping my waist like I was the only thing anchoring him. My body arched against his, and I...