chapter 65

Marabella Kyan’s lips crash against mine as he presses himself between my legs. His hands claws at my shirt as he tugs it off me, forcing his lips from mine. He tosses it aside and looks down at me. There is so much intensity in his gaze it makes me squirm. He growls softly while hooking his finger under my bra and shredding the middle with a clawed finger. “Kyan, it is my only bra,” I snap, smacking his arm. “You have more in the drawer. Lucas brought you clothes the other day,” he purrs, palming my breast. “I have clothes here, and you didn’t tell me?” I gasp. “Maybe I enjoy seeing you in mine,” he chuckles, dipping his head. His lips replace his hand as he nips and licks at the soft tissue of my breast before tracing his tongue around my nipple. My back arches as tingles run up my spine when he bites into the side of my breast. Pain slices through me, and I curse him out, but he snickers, tracing his bite mark with his tongue as he travels lower, nipping at my skin and making me tre