Chapter 80

• Author’s POV
• Arman kissed Laura, not with the kind of passion that spoke of devotion, nor with tenderness that promised more—it was a collision of heat and recklessness, a game meant only to satisfy his fleshly craving. His hands pressed her against the tree, his touch rough, insistent, his mouth moving against hers with a hunger that asked for nothing but the moment.
• Laura yielded quickly, her body pliant under his, her breath breaking in shallow moans that filled the night. And then—her voice slipped through, unguarded, a whisper tangled in ecstasy.