C81 Chapter 81

Melia’s pov

Bastian’s lips covered over mine, his breath mingling with my own, heavy and uneven. His hand cupped the back of my neck, his thumb brushing the line of my jaw with a softness that contrasted with his lips devouring mine.

“Melia,” he murmured as he pulled away, his voice rough, my name on his lips laced with a promise that sent a shiver down my spine.

He tilted my head