Amaya POV
The moment my lips crashed into his, his body stiffened at first, clearly caught off guard, but then he melted into the kiss, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him.
I gasped as he deepened the kiss, struggling to breathe. When he pulled away to catch his breath, I looked up to meet his glowing red orbs.
"What was that for?" His voice was hoarse, like he was trying to hold back.
I opened my mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but he shook his head.
"No," he whispered. "Don't answer that."
Saying that, he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the desk. He held my chin up so I was forced to meet his burning gaze.
"I don't care why you did it," he whispered close to my ear, causing me to shudder. "All I care about is that you did—and it's too late to back out now."
He suddenly bit down on my earlobe, making me wince.
I knew he was drunk, but damn it, why was he suddenly so good at this?
My senses were getting overwhelmed. His lips mo
