EMBER’S POV

He takes my entire weight, sinking to the floor with me until we are tangled together on the thick blanket, right in the centre of that warm, golden pool of candlelight.

He pulls me across his thighs, shifting his massive frame until I am completely caged in his lap.

He is overwhelmingly large, a man built for violence, handling me like I am made of spun glass.

One of his heavy, warm hands slides under my hair, his long fingers cupping the sensitive nape of my neck to tuck my head under his chin.

His other arm bands tight around my waist, pressing me flush against the solid...