"Hurry. We don't have time to waste."
Sorayah swallowed hard, her expression laced with caution and uncertainty. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stepped forward, one foot dragging after the other, until she finally stood before him. Her eyes locked with Dimitri's cold, commanding, and unreadable gaze.
Before she could speak, Dimitri moved. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the waist and yanked her closer, so abruptly that their chests pressed tightly together. The contact sent a jolt of electricity down her spine.
"What are you..." she began to ask, but the words never made it past her lips.
In an instant, Dimitri bent her back and crashed his mouth against hers.
His lips...
They tasted of vanilla and honey, unexpectedly sweet, and soft like freshly whipped cream.
