Vera’s POV:

The kiss was hungry and filled with desperate need.

Sylas’s mouth claimed mine like a man who had been starved for weeks. I arched my body into him as I felt my back pressed flat against the cool wall of our hallway.

With deep breaths as my tongue battled with his, I let my fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt and with my mind muddled, I tried to pull off his clothes.

The world of us had long since faded, there was only him, the heat of his body, and the aching need that was rushing through me, the need that told me I needed him...