AKIRA'S POV

He immediately smashed his lips on mine and speared his hand into my hair. And as our tongues battled for dominance and our teeth clashed, all I could think about was how unbelievably wet I was and how bad I wanted him inside me. My heated body seemed to cool as his hands ran themselves over its curves.

He slowly removed my nightie from my body and I almost cried when we had to detach our lips. As he trailed his eyes down my body, his cold mask was torn away. Lust and a certain softness flowed unencumbered across his face.

He was looking at me as though...