Page 42 of Savage Crown

I can’t let go.

She shifts, testing my hold, her body taunting me with its warmth, its shape, its fucking defiance.

"Let go," she says again, softer this time. Dangerous.

I lower my head, dragging my lips along her jaw, drinking in the way she trembles beneath me.

"You think you can handle what happens if I do?" I murmur against her skin.

Her breath catches.

But she doesn’t back down.

She tilts her head, baring her throat.

A silent invitation.

A mistake.

I bite down, just enough for her to feel it, for her to know.

Her pulse shudders.

"Try me," she whispers.

And gods help me, I do.

My lips crash against hers again, harder this time. Deeper.

The kiss turns rough, messy, spiraling into something beyond control.

She meets me, challenges me, refuses to be overtaken.

She wants this fight.

She wants me.

And fuck, I want her too.

Too much.

Too deep.

Too wrong.

The realization hits like a blade to the ribs.

This is a mistake.

I rip myself away, chest heaving, hands shaking as I put distance between us.

Seraphina remains where she is, breathless, blinking up at me as if she’s just as wrecked.

But she isn’t confused.

No.

She knows.

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