The kiss was entirely consuming.
It was as if a dam had broken inside the massive Black Panther Alpha.
Hei Yan's large hands gripped her waist, his thumbs pressing into her sides as he completely devoured her lips.
"Hei Yan—" Xin Yi gasped, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second to catch her breath.
But Hei Yan wasn't done. He chased her lips, his fangs gently grazing her jawline.
"Mine," Hei Yan whispered against her skin, his voice thick with raw need. "You are mine, Xin Yi. Tell me you still want me."
"I do, I do," she breathed out, her hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly.
She could feel the heat radiating from him, melting away the cool evening breeze. But as his hands started to wander lower, pulling her hips flush against his, a sudden, very prominent realization crashed into Xin Yi's hazy brain.
They were sitting in the middle of a construction site.
Next to a crackling fire.
