Chapter 232

"Answer me."

"No, I don’t regret it. I would have done anything to save you from that drug-induced-drink-all-night-reckless-party life."

No denial rushed out of her this time. Instead, she closed her eyes and bent her head to his chest. The raw intimacy of the gesture flayed him, reaching a part he didn’t know he possessed.

Her shoulders pushing at his chest, the scent of her coating the air he breathed, her lithe form was so tempting. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, he wanted to bury his mouth in... Feeling like an iron anvil was sitting on his chest, he clasped her wrists to push her away.

Instead, the pad of his thumb moved over the plump vein of its own will.

Her breaths came in a slow rasp until, suddenly, she looked up. His lungs burned for air as her fingers laced around his, as a blunt nail raked the center of his palm, her molten brown gaze clung to his lips.

Something so desperate and wanting flashed in her gaze that Darian dropped her hand.

It was so unlike Kassandra