Chapter 154

SIENNA

Gideon’s eyes devoured me. slow, possessive and reverent. Like every inch of bare skin was holy scripture he’d been starving to read.

His hand came up, fingers grazing my collarbone before sliding lower, tracing the dip between my breasts, dragging fire in their wake. He cupped me, thumb teasing, and the sound he made—low, guttural, worship disguised as sin—made my knees tremble.

“You’re