SIENNA

He is unbelievably tall. Even taller than I imagined.

He's a towering pillar of muscle and menace. His raven-black hair is slightly tousled like he just ran his hand through it. And his eyes? pitch black, dark as the starless night sky, burns into mine.

My Dark Horse is no longer a silhouette.

He is a living, breathing force of nature in an all-black leather outfit, his presence so heavy it’s suffocating.

I stand speechless, pupils dilating with need.

He doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't breathe a single word. He steps over the threshold, his hand catching the back of my neck, and immediately crashes his mouth onto...