Chapter 99

• Cesmae's POV
• Raizel moves lower, his lips trailing fire over my collarbone, down to my chest.
• Raizel’s hands glide across my skin with a deliberate tenderness, every movement slow, as if he’s memorizing the shape of me. His fingers curl around the hem of my shirt, lifting it carefully over my head. The fabric slips away, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, my skin suddenly hypersensitive to the cool air and the heat of his gaze. His eyes stay fixed on mine, but I can feel the intensity in them, burning, darkening with each piece of clothing that he peels away.