- RAYA -
"You are tired. I already kept you up too late," Dex whispers against my lips.
"I'm not tired anymore," I shake my head, and when he only smiles and continues caressing my face, I groan and drop back against the pillow. "How are you the controlled one? See. This is why I was worried I was the one making those dreams happen. I want you more than you want me."
"Raya," he growls softly, leaning over me now and using one arm to swiftly pull me closer so that I'm under the blanket of his body. The movement and position strikes me with renewed desire, because it feels forceful and possessive. "I promise you that's not true."
The desire spreads, fanning out across my chest and inflaming the rest of me with the sudden fire that's in his eyes. It's the same look I saw before we were interrupted by the tea kettle whistling. And it steals my breath as I wait to see what he'll do.
