Taste of Heaven

~ Amira ~

The hand chop to his neck should have conked Rhys out. In that split second, Rhys swivelled his head around and glared at Amira’s hand before gripping her wrist and lunging forward. Amira yelped and tried to correct herself, kicking out towards Rhys, but he manoeuvred her around, grappling with her and getting out of her holds until her hands were pinned together above her head on the mattress.

Their breaths were heavy, chests touching as they glared at each other. “What was your plan next, Amira?” He grunted. “You’d be stuck in these dungeons.”

Rhys obviously wasn’t aware of the tricks up her sleeves.

“Get off me,” she spat back, ignoring her arousal from such a slight touch, his shirt brushing against her sensitive nipples.

Rhys sighed, cupping her face with one hand and squeezing gently on her cheeks. “All you had to do was be quiet, and I’d take you to a room with a bathroom and some nice clothes. Was this really worth it?” His knee went between her legs as his gaze lowe