Chapter 33 Sweet Torment

• Kieran’s POV
• Every attempt to push the intoxicating scent of jasmine drifting from her hair was futile. I felt control slip slowly through my fingers as the fragrance consumed me, a sweet torment I sought to escape.
• But it wasn’t just the scent—it was the feel of her in my arms. Her weight against me set fire to my veins, every nerve screaming in frustration and something I couldn’t name. It was chaotic. I glanced at her surreptitiously; her head rested against my chest; eyes closed. My heart pounded, though I told myself it was anger, not the strange comfort of holding her so close.