Kain Locke
Kael's hands trembled as they slid under my shirt, tugging it upward until the fabric was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor.
His gaze swept over me in the dim light, slow and deliberate, and I felt my skin burn under it. My chest rose and fell too quickly, every breath shaky, as if his eyes alone could unravel me.
Then I heard him say low, rough, almost a growl.
"…Beautiful."
The word slipped out of him like he hadn't meant to speak it aloud. A shiver ran through me, and before I could think, I pressed closer, desperate to be touched, desperate to be seen more.
His mouth found my collarbone first, hot lips dragging across sensitive skin, then lower, leaving faint marks as he went. I gasped, clutching at his shoulders when his tongue brushed across my chest, slow and deliberate.
