Savannah
I couldn’t breathe when he came closer. He crossed the space between us until there was none left. His body heat seeped into my skin, and his eyes held me in place.
My head bowed in submission. His breath caressed my neck, right on the very spot where he’d marked me.
“Savannah.”
His voice was a low rumble against my ear. The way he spoke my name made me suck in a sharp breath. Not just from the pull of my mate being so close, but from fear.
I knew the next words he would say would shatter me.
“Tell me, how did it feel claiming your sister’s husband?”
My breath hitched. He leaned in and pressed his lips to the very spot, a possessive kiss that sent a jolt through my system.
My body became a slave to the raw hunger I felt for him.
“I was still married to Sasha,” he continued, his voice a murmur against my skin. “I still am. Yet your supposed helplessness didn’t stop you from accepting the bond, did it?”
Heat curled low in my abdomen, but his words were like shards of ice. I nee
