My hand slid from her neck to her waist, pulling her fully into me, feeling the way she fit—too well, too easily, like this moment had been waiting for us all this time.
“Someday, you’re going to regret this,” I murmured against her mouth.
Her lips brushed mine again, slower this time.Delicate.
“Not likely,” she replied.
Whatever control I’d been holding onto dissolved completely.
I kissed her again, deeper now, rougher, a claiming kiss that didn’t ask permission.She met me with the same intensity, the same hunger, our explosion inevitable.
My hands moved—over her back, her sides, memorizing the shape of her like I’d been denied it for too long.Every touch felt like something rewiring inside me, something dangerous settling into place.
Her hands moved faster than mine, desperate for me.Like she’d long ago decided I belonged to her.
I didn’t fight it.Wouldn’t even know how to if I tried.
“Where?”I asked, pulling back just enough to drag in a breath.
Her eyes flicked toward the hallway, then back to me.
“My room.That way.”
My hands slid beneath her, lifting her easily, her body instinctively wrapping around mine like she’d done it a thousand times before.Her breath hitched softly as I adjusted my grip.
“Guide me,” I said against her throat, my voice rough.
She nodded, her hand lifting to point, but it didn’t stay there long.It slid back into my hair instead, tugging just enough to make my jaw tighten.
Left.
Down the hall.
Second door.
Every step felt like it echoed too loud, like the house itself was watching, waiting to see how this would end.But I didn’t slow down.
By the time I pushed her door open, there was no going back.We’d crossed that invisible line into the point of no return.
I set her down just inside, but my hands didn’t leave her.
She looked up at me, her chest rising, her eyes searching mine.
My mouth found hers, slower this time, but no less consuming.There was something different in it now—something deeper.Less about the collision, more about the inevitability of it.
Like we both knew, with everything in us, that this wasn’t just a moment.It was a shift.A reckoning.
My hands framed her face, holding her there as I kissed her, starving for it.For her.
And somewhere in the back of my mind, beneath the heat and the pull and the way she fit against me like she’d always belonged there—I knew exactly what this would cost me.And I didn’t care enough to stop.
I knew it would end badly.I knew it would probably end in blood.
But as her hands slid over me, as her breath broke against my mouth, as everything in me finally stopped fighting what I’d felt since the moment she knelt in my blood and chose to help me—I didn’t care.
Not tonight.Tonight, I let myself have her.And whatever came after… I’d deal with it when the time came.
I eased her down onto the bed, then remained standing beside it, my gaze fixed on her.She caught her bottom lip between her teeth, like anticipation was its own kind of hunger.
