*Freya*

His lips hovered just above mine, teasing, testing, playing. He knew how badly I wanted to kiss him and he reveled in it. He grinned devilishly, taking in my disheveled state.

My breath hitched as Rafe's gaze burned into mine, the air crackling with an almost tangible tension. The anticipation of his touch sent shivers down my spine, teasing my senses and igniting a fire within me. Slowly, achingly so, he leaned in, a hunger in his eyes that mirrored my own. His strong, warm hands found their way around my waist, gripping softly but firmly, He pulled my body against his. Heat radiated from him, and his musky...