Sweet Dreams
A heavy breath not my own chased heavily after me and fucking hell it felt hot and he was close as hell.
I was no supernatural athlete when it came to sport, but I ran as fast as my legs could carry me but he kept up, I gasped as a hand fisted in my hair, yanking me back against a hard chest.
Adrien’s scent engulfed me in his heady scent, he reeked of smoke, leather, hunger. He slammed me into a tree trunk, pinning me with his full body.
“Gods, You were made to be chased,” he growled against my neck. “And caught.”