In this new position, my head started to spin anew, and my heart began beating like crazy as I slowly allowed my eyes to drift open as if lost in a dream.
When our eyes met, the want in his gaze was all I needed to see, and I lowered my head.
The sheikh, realizing what I intended to do, tried to pull away, but it was too late.
I touched my lips to his, and when Mik’hail groaned, I didn’t hesitate, knowing that I wouldn’t have any other chance—
Oh.
Fire consumed me from the moment our lips truly met, and I was breathless and mindless in a second—
Finally, finally, finally!
I kissed him with all the pent-up hunger inside of me, knowing full well that Mik’hail could still find the strength to put an end to all of this. Any moment now, he could realize this wasn’t what he wanted and push me away.
A part of me was waiting for him to do just that, but instead...
Oh, Mik’hail.
He was kissing me back.
Mik’hail.
Kissing me.
My mind spiraled, and I found myself helplessly surrendering to his command as Mik’hail instantly took over, his lips now moving against mine with a hunger that matched my own.
His hands moved to my waist, pulling me even closer, and I could only gasp against his mouth.
“Briar.” So much desire, so much need, so much promise in that one name, and I could only whimper in protest when he suddenly tore his mouth away, his gaze haunted by indecision.
I knew then that I had to do something.
Knew that if I let him speak, everything I had worked hard for at this point would go to waste.
And when that happened, it would be all over.
Mik’hail would never be mine.
Never.
And the thought was enough.
Terrified to lose him, I was able to muster the courage to continue with my deception. I pressed myself closer against him, and as I locked gazes with his, slurred words tumbled from my tongue—
“Always...wanted you.”
And as Mik’hail stiffened, I went on to whisper—
“Please...make me yours.”
