Nadia’s POV:

The kiss was pure fire.

I leaned in, losing myself in his taste. His mouth carried the metallic tang of blood from the battlefield. Normally, I hated that, but right now, it just fanned the flames.

Our tongues tangled, hungry and desperate. I dragged my hand up his chest, careful to avoid his fresh wounds, but he didn't even flinch.

Either his healing was that fast, or he was just as lost in the moment as I was.

He gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. Breaking the kiss, I fumbled blindly with his shirt, desperate...