Fuki followed me into the room, sniffing at the floor once before he huffed and plopped himself down at the foot of the bed. He yawned. “Goodnight, Fuki,” I whispered, dragging the blanket over myself. I closed my eyes… and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. “There you are,” Dace said, turning to look at me when I stepped into my bedroom. His hair was damp, and he didn’t have a shirt on. My gaze roved over his chest. A little flutter started low in my stomach. “I missed you.” He moved toward me, one slow step at a time, like a wolf stalking its prey. The little flutter inside grew. “Come here,” he said, stopping when his feet touched mine. His eyes blazed with desire. He didn’t wait for me to close the small gap of space between us. He reached out and dragged me against his chest. His mouth closed over mine. His kiss wasn’t gentle.
What do You think about Fall (The Ragnarok Prophesies)?
