This man was truly hellbent on swallowing her up with his flames. Peering up into his eyes, Raziah already wanted him to let go of her waist so that she could return to her dance with Zoan since the music hadn't ended. They had been talking about something very important, and this wasn't the first time Aragon was stealing her away in the middle of a dance. He did it too at the grand castle.
"What was so scary, Olive?" She never took her eyes off him. The trembles of his body were gone now, and his escalated heat had also calmed down just a little. Every breath intake down her lungs was a rush of warm air, and his scent was so powerful too. She couldn't even believe she would one day be asking him that question.
She knew he heard her with the added heat that had flushed against her face as his breath picked up its pace. Did he think she didn't feel the slight trembles of his body when he had pulled her to him?
