Liona's POV
His thick arms were wrapped tightly around my waist from behind, locking me against his frame.
His broad chest felt like a wall of pure, radiating heat against my back, every single thud of his heart vibrating straight through my spine.
His breath was incredibly hot, brushing against the bare skin of my neck in short, ragged puffs that made my whole body tremble.
I knew what I was supposed to do. My mind was screaming at me to move.
I should have brought my hands up, shoved his chest away, and told him to release me.
I should have said something, anything, to break the thick, dizzying spell filling the quiet stone room. I should have stopped this madness before it dragged us both under.
But I did not.
Instead, a soft sigh escaped my parted lips, and I let my head drop back against his shoulder.
His heart was pounding like a drum, a wild, erratic rhythm that perfectly matched the frantic racing of my own chest.
