Chapter Twenty

Saratan’s P.O.V

I woke up with a start, feeling a surge of heat in my body. The sunlight streaming through the window blinds reminded me that it was morning, but my mind was stuck in the night before.

“I feel something hard.”

My eyes widened as I instantly regretted my words. He must think I was such a freak….Oh God…

His harsh intake of the damp air cut off the train of my thoughts and liquid heat pooled in my core as he tightened his grips on my arms, his lips just inches from mine.

“What did you say?” His voice was low and gruff, a powerful feeling of lust exploded in me and I moaned, pressing harder to him.

“Dregen...”

His jaw clenched. His pupils dilated, the tiny golden flecks spreading over his blue irises and the sound that erupted from his lips was a guttural growl, “Dammit, you witch.”

I gasped when he pressed his entire body to hold me against the wall but my next breath was stolen by his hungry mouth. His kisses were brutal, hurting, forcing my lips apart. I could swear hi