MAEVE'S POV
I had barely been able to sleep a wink last night.
I shut my eyes tightly, wishing for rest to come, but it was all to no avail. I remained wide awake, tormented by guilt for not being able to resist Ivan's touch.
The moment he kissed me, every ounce of reasoning had flown out the window—replaced by a gnawing hunger that threatened to tear me apart if I didn't satiate it.
And of course, Ivan had milked it for everything it was worth.
His kisses had been liquid ecstasy in the cavern of my mouth. I could still feel the imprint of his fingers, burning hot between my thighs.
And Goddess help me, I could still feel the hunger.
The ghost of his teasing touch breezed over my skin, demanding attention—grazing torturously toward the aching spot between my thighs.
