Novels by Yeu

Blurb His hand rested beside my head, trapping me in place, but it wasn’t his strength that made me breathless, it was the way his voice dropped, husky and low. “You can lie with your lips, Ruelle,” he said, fingers brushing slow over my waist, sending heat curling through me. “But your body screams for me.” I hated how right he was. Hated how easily he read me, how every inch of me betrayed what I wouldn’t say. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I whispered, my voice a shaky mess. His mouth ghosted along my jaw, hot breath skating over my skin. “Then say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too.” I was unraveling, coming apart under the weight of his nearness, the way he smelled, the way his eyes burned like he already owned me. I tried to speak, but his lips were too close, his presence too much. “Thorne…” My voice was a low whisper, a plea for more. For him. “Say it,” he breathed, not touching my mouth, but close enough that I could already taste him. I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “I feel it,” I confessed, my words hot and helpless. “I feel you everywhere.” And that was all it took. His mouth crashed into mine, fierce and claiming, all teeth and heat and desperation. And when he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice was rough and ragged. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were.”