He shuddered again when she said his name, laying his forehead against hers. One of his hands cradled the back of her head as if she were priceless. "You call my name, sweet angel. Do you beckon to the sweetest hell or the most precious heaven?" He murmured softly.

His breath was a sharp inhale when she touched her own fingers to his bottom lip, and forest eyes that had fallen snapped open to meet hers, the pupils deeply dilated. "Mika..." He said softly.