Chapter 28

Alana’s POV. Alec held one hand securely on my hip, while the other traced the contours of my face. His thumb moved gently along my jawline, and I instinctively leaned into his touch. Alec had a magnetic effect on my senses—his tender caresses, the warmth of his body, and his captivating scent all overwhelmed me in the most exquisite way. The television had long faded into the background; our sole focus now was each other. I cradled his face in my hands, feeling the roughness of his stubble under my fingertips. There were many places I yearned to feel his beard, but I wasn't about to rush things. "You're quite the gazer, Lana," Alec teased, his hand transitioning from my face to my throat, his fingers encircling it with precision. He pulled me closer, and our lips met fervently. A soft moan escaped my lips at the sensation, as I had missed his passionate kisses terribly. My fingers intertwined with his hair, and my body pressed closer to his as our lips moved in perfect synchrony.