CHAPTER 3: THREE ORGASMS LATER

MAEVE’S POV“Maeve,” he breathed, and his voice—that fucking voice—was a physical blow of recognition and desire.

“Dorian,” I managed.

He didn’t say another word. He simply reached out, his large, warm hand cupping the back of my neck, and pulled me into the room, kicking the door shut behind us.

His other arm snaked around my waist, crushing me against a body that was all hard planes and coiled strength.

And then his mouth was on mine.

His kiss was hungry, desperate, and devastatingly skilled. His tongue plunged into my mouth, tasting me, claiming me.

I moaned, my hands fisting in his shirt, my body...