His hand slid into my hair, and I moaned. "Master."
"Ian. You call me Ian." He whispered, his hands sliding to my nape. His lips left mine to kiss my neck and I moaned.
"f**k, Aryanna. What are you doing to me? I can't think about you." He hissed against my ear.
"Ian." His chest rumbled with approval, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
I couldn't breathe. There was zero hesitation on his part, just a long, expert pull of his lips. As if I had let go of a trapeze and he’d caught me in midair.
My body was suspended and he groaned against my lips. "Aryanna."
I let my fingers slide into his hair, and he groaned again.
His hand found my chin and pulled it down further, allowing him to slant his head and deepen the kiss even further. Shock exploded behind my eyes, and I swore the grou
