"And since you appeared in my dream," she went on, her voice dropping into a sad little whisper, "shouldn't you comfort me properly? Just for today."
But the heat radiating from his body suddenly felt far too real. Instinctively, she stepped back, panic flickering in her clouded eyes.
"H-handsome I—I was joking. It's just a dream. We shouldn't—"
Her words cut off with a strangled gasp.
His hand shot out and clamped around her wrist.
Hard.
"Didn't you just say I should comfort you properly?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "You said it yourself."
The grip tightened.
Isabella's breath hitched, fear jolting her fully awake for half a second. Her eyes widened, shimmering in the dim room.
Before she could protest—
His mouth crashed onto hers.
Hot. Fierce. Consuming.
Like fire poured straight into her veins.
