Temple of Worship

Authors pov.

The side of Vance’s lips curled up into a smile as he held onto her waist, his hands gripping her more than he was before.

Her breath turned heavier and heavier as he stared at her and her body quivered even more.

For the rest of the moment, his voice was in between hoarse or barely above a whisper, it depends on what he was saying.

His hands found her chin and he rouses it up, so she