SELIN'S POV.
That word…
He reacted like it was a command his body couldn't disobey. His hand slid up my thigh, slowly…sending heat curling low in my stomach. I gasped, arching slightly into his touch without meaning to.
He swore under his breath, then he kissed me again—slower and deeper, like he was savoring every second. His hands explored my waist, my hips, the curve of my sides. And when his fingers dipped a little lower, gently, testing, my breath hitched so sharply his eyes flicked up to mine.
"Does that feel good?" he asked with a low voice.
I nodded, or maybe I moaned. Something escaped my throat and he reacted instantly, leaning in and kissing me as his touch grew more confident. His thumb brushed a sensitive spot and my entire spine arched off the ground.
"Oh—"
He groaned into my mouth like the sound alone was enough to undo him.
"Selin…"
His voice was hoarse. "You're going to kill me."
But he didn't stop.
