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“Watch it,” I warn, my voice low and dangerous. But she doesn’t flinch. Instead, she rises, standing so close now that I can feel the heat of her body against mine.
“Or what?” Her voice is a whisper, but it hits like a slap. “You’ll give me detention?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I bite back. “Detention with you sounds like a special kind of hell.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” she retorts instantly, standing her ground, unyielding.
“Then why are you still here?” I demand, every word a hammer driving home my point. “Why do you insist on staying where you’re clearly not wanted?”
“Maybe because I want to be here.” Her gaze locks onto mine, a challenge laid bare. “And maybe because someone needs to teach you that you don’t always get what you want.”
“Is that so?” I can’t stop the growl that rumbles from my chest, a primal sound I barely recognize as my own.
“Very much so,” she says, her lips parting ever so slightly.
Our faces are inches apart, our breath mingling, her defiance the perfect match for my rage. And beneath it all, desire simmers, forbidden and all-consuming.
Heat flares in my veins, igniting something reckless. I grab her arm and spin her around. She’s up against the desk before she can blink. My mouth crashes onto hers, a storm of pent-up frustration and raw need.
“Levi…” Her protest drowns under the tide of my kiss. Urgent. Demanding. I’m losing myself in the taste of her defiance, the sweet rebellion that lingers on her lips. This is madness, but I can’t stop. Won’t stop.
Her hands claw at my back, nails dragging through the fabric of my shirt as if she wants to tear it away. I press closer, leaving no space for regrets, for second thoughts. Her soft moan fans the embers of my desire into an inferno.
I’m consumed, every ounce of self-control melting away. I’ve gone years without this—without anyone making me feel so alive, so desperate. Brielle’s the spark in a room full of gas, and I’m the fool who lit the match.
Our breaths mingle, ragged and hot. The kiss deepens, tongues tangling, a dance as old as time yet new with each fervid touch. She tastes like promise, like the forbidden fruit I’ve denied myself for far too long.
Brielle clings to me, her passion matching mine. And for this moment, nothing else exists—just her, just me, just this.
16
BRIELLE
My pulse is a wild drumbeat in my ears, thumping faster as Levi’s lips crash against mine. I’m on fire, every nerve alive and screaming for more of him. My fingers are greedy as they weave through his hair, tugging him impossibly closer. His kiss is a promise, a seduction that I’m all too willing to fall into.
“Levi,” I gasp between breaths, my voice a husky whisper that betrays the storm raging inside me.
He growls low in his throat, a sound that sends shivers dancing down my spine. His hands are firm and demanding as they slide underneath my thighs, hoisting me up with an ease that speaks of hidden strength. The world tilts, and suddenly I’m perched on the cold surface of a desk, the contrast to our heated bodies sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. The air around us crackles with intensity, with desire so thick I could reach out and touch it.
“God, Brielle,” Levi murmurs, his lips trailing hot kisses along my jawline as he settles me onto the desk, “I can’t get enough of you.”
And I want to drown in this sensation, to sink into the depths of passion that Levi offers. It’s reckless, it’s wild, and it’s exactly what I crave. The edge of the desk bites into my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the hunger that Levi stirs within me, a hunger that demands to be satiated.
Levi’s lips sear a path down my neck, igniting a blaze that licks at every corner of my being. Kiss after feverish kiss, his mouth worships the tender skin, marking me with an invisible brand that screams his name. My hands claw at his shoulders, desperate to anchor myself in the storm of sensations he unleashes.
“More,” I pant, the word a mere wisp of sound that spirals into the charged air between us.
His teeth catch on my pulse point, a gentle nip that has my back arching off the desk. The moan that escapes me is raw, unfiltered—a testament to the unruly desire he’s stoking within me.
I’m losing myself, sinking deeper into the whirlpool of need. With each brush of his lips, each graze of his teeth, I’m slipping further under, drowning in a sea of want so intense it threatens to consume me whole. My fingers tangle tighter in his hair, holding him to me as if he’s the only lifeline I have—and for this fleeting moment, he truly is.
Heat pools low in my belly, spreading outward like ripples on a pond. Levi’s name becomes my mantra, the one constant through the haze of pleasure that clouds my mind. His touch brands me, claims me in ways I didn’t know I yearned to be claimed.
“Levi,” I whisper, a plea, a prayer, as his mouth finds new territory to conquer, leaving no inch of me untouched by his inferno.
A sharp click echoes through the room, a stark counterpoint to the symphony of our breaths. I barely register it, lost as I am in the heat of Levi’s embrace.
“Levi Griffin, doing what he does best, I see.” A voice, sultry and amused, slices through the fog of my arousal.
