128. Body language

[Carys]

Mizkeal’s fangs merely scraped my skin, a sharp sting and pulsating heat lingering on my neck before he withdrew.

Blood trickled down to my collarbone, his tongue tracing the path as he planted a reluctant kiss on the cut.

Stripping Kian’s jacket off my body, he leisurely trailed his fingers down from my ear to my neck. He wrapped his hand around my throat, pressing gently over the throbbing vein and my windpipe.

With deliberate slowness, he glided his searing finger over the curve of my neck, my skin streaked with cold sweat. Goosebumps shot down my entire body, caging all my breaths in my lungs with my relentless heartbeats.

A shuddering gasp emerged in the back of my throat when he slid the string of my white dress down my shoulder.

His tongue trailed along my neck, the cool air brushing against my exposed skin, sending a shiver down my spine. Knitting my brows, I struggled against the brand’s control, but my mind was delirious.

I kept looking for Kian somewhere in his war