The mint scent of his warm breath brushed against her nose, awakening a familiar feeling—one only he could make her feel. Her gaze drifted to his lips, tracing their shape, the soft curve at the corner. Her back arched when his hand slid up her spine through her clothes, sending a sharp, electric spark through her body.
Her eyes slowly lifted to his half-lidded gaze, and her heartbeat stumbled. His beauty alone was enough to ruin her focus. His fingers trailed along the edge of her face, sending a shiver all the way down to her collarbone.
"You're mine," Kyle murmured as he leaned down for a kiss.
Heat washed over Yvienna, swallowing what remained of her dignity. His touches, his kisses, betrayed everything she swore to keep. She didn't understand why—but if it was him, she was willing to surrender. He felt like a drug she couldn't stop reaching for.
