Page 228 of Fractured Devotion
And when his mouth meets mine, it isn’t soft.
It’s deep.
It’s fierce.
It’s the beginning of everything we didn’t let ourselves want for a long time.
And neither of us plans to stop.
His mouth crushes against mine, hot and urgent, all restraint gone.
There’s no hesitation left.
He presses me back until my spine meets the wall, his body pinning mine in place, firm and deliberate.
The kiss is deep and messy—tongue against tongue, breath against breath.
His hands roam without apology, sliding down my sides and gripping my hips with bruising force.
I gasp into him, but it only spurs him on.
I feel him hard against me, thick and ready, his arousal grinding through his clothes as he ruts against my thigh, letting me feel exactly how badly he wants this.
How badly he wants me.
“You want to run now?” he rasps against my mouth, his voice rough with hunger.
I bite his lower lip, hard enough to draw a hiss. “Never again,” I whisper.
He groans, raw and dark, lifting me in one smooth, brutal motion.
I wrap my legs around him, my back pressed tight against the wall, his hands under my thighs, his fingers digging into flesh.
I can feel every thick, hard inch of him between my legs, grinding right where I need him, making me ache.
“Say it,” he growls.
“I want you,” I pant.
It isn’t soft.
It isn’t careful.
It’s raw.
Desperate.
He carries me to the bed, tossing me down onto the mattress with a seductive grin.
I pull my shirt over my head, unashamed.
His gaze darkens, hungry.
He watches me, his chest heaving, as I slide my hands down to the button of my pants.
But he stops me.
“No,” he growls. “That’s mine.”
