Nadia's Point Of View
Before I could sort through the wreckage of my thoughts, his hands were on me again. There was no hesitation, no request for permission… just action, swift and decisive. He grabbed me beneath the thighs and hoisted me upward as if I weighed nothing at all.
"What are you?!" The gasp tore from my throat, my words cut short as instinct seized control.
My palms flew to his broad shoulders for balance, fingers digging hard into the fabric of his shirt. The material bunched beneath my grip, warm from his body heat. Before I could stop myself, my legs wrapped securely around his waist, inner thighs gripping his sides.
The sheer heat of him burned through my clothes, igniting every nerve ending. The solid, unyielding muscle beneath my hands flexed as he adjusted his hold, and I felt the raw power in his frame… power he wielded so effortlessly it terrified me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaos in my mind.
