Nasya's POV
The frozen wilderness should have chilled me to the bone, yet my body burned as if set aflame.
The air was sharp with the scent of pine and snow, the kind of cold that bit into flesh and lingered in the lungs. Moonlight spilled over the frosted landscape, turning the world into a silver dream—beautiful and untouchable. And yet, here I was, pinned beneath Zayn, my skin feverish, my breath coming in ragged gasps that clouded the air between us.
How did it come to this?
The question flickered through my mind, but the answer was lost beneath the overwhelming sensation of him—his heat, his strength, the way his body moved against mine with a possessiveness that bordered on violence.
Never had I experienced such exquisite agony—pain and pleasure intertwined in a way that left me breathless.
