It was everything.
She couldn’t breathe.
Didn’t want to.
Didn’t care, because this was Vector, and she had almost lost him, and she was never letting him go.
His lips moved hungrily against hers, his breath rough, desperate, uneven, as if he was losing control.
And she—God help her—she wanted him to.
She needed him.
Like air.
Like life.
Forever.
He tore his mouth from hers, panting, his forehead dropping to hers, his hands shaking as he cupped her face.
Her own breath was just as uneven, her body on fire, her blood singing.
His voice was wrecked. “I almost lost you.”
She swallowed hard. “You found me.”
His hands tightened, his dragon eyes flashing, fierce, possessive, endlessly wild. “I will always find you, Raven.”
She exhaled sharply. “Good.”
And then she kissed him again.
Because she was never letting him go.
CHAPTER 17
She was alive.
She was in his arms.
He could still smell the smoke from the men who had dared take her from him.
Vector’s breath came in sharp, uneven pulls, his chest rising and falling too fast, his blood still burning with battle rage.
His dragon wasn’t satisfied.
The beast inside him wanted to go back and burn them again.
And again.
And again.
Until there was nothing left.
Until their souls screamed in the afterlife, knowing that they had made the worst mistake of their existence.
They had touched her.
