"Moon, no man —no men —are allowed to touch you like this. Not even in your dream." Aiden murmured, his voice came as a low growl as he rested his forehead against hers, letting his breath mingle with hers.
Their eyes were closed, but their senses were attuned to the fire of passion coursing through their veins. Arwen never knew she would ever feel this alive. But with Aiden, every moment felt so vivid and so complete, as though nothing else mattered. In his arms, she found solace, passion, and a strange yearning that made her wish time could stop. He didn't feel like someone she met just two months ago, rather he felt like someone she had long made hers.
Arwen's lips curled up on their own when she realized how vividly and strongly her feelings were changing for Aiden —growing a shade deeper on her every day.
