Her lips crashed into mine—fierce, desperate—as if she could claim something deeper than flesh. Maybe my soul. The kiss was wild, breathless, leaving no room for thought. Each hitch in her breath made my chest clench, stirred something old and buried deep inside me.
I should've stopped her.
Should've remembered the task, the vow, the weight I carried like a brand on my soul.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
Not when she kissed me like this—like the world was ending and I was the only thing left worth holding onto.
Her lips were soft but demanding, her touch reckless, like she needed to feel every part of me to believe I was real. I slid a hand into her hair, fisting it, dragging her closer until our bodies collided. Her breath stuttered. Heat bled through every layer between us.
I didn't want this.
I couldn't want this.
But gods, I did.
Her hands roamed over me—urgent, almost frantic—igniting trails of fire wherever she touched. I groaned against her mouth, dragging my lips down the curve of her neck, tasting skin I was forbidden to touch. She tilted her head back, a soft, broken sound escaping her lips—and that sound…
It undid me.
She rolled her hips against mine and I swore, the sensation tearing through me like lightning. I pinned her to the wall, caging her in, desire flaring so hot it bordered on agony.
Her name left my lips like a prayer—low, reverent—as I kissed down her throat. Her fingers slipped beneath my shirt, nails raking across my back, urging me closer. Every breath, every shiver, every tremble of her body struck something inside me that had long since gone quiet.
Her legs wrapped around me, pulling me in—grounding me, unmaking me. Her grip tightened on my shoulders, her voice a breathless whisper against my ear:
"Don't stop. Please… don't stop."
And I didn't.
I kissed her like she was the last thing anchoring me to this world. Like I could press every forbidden feeling into her skin, pour everything I couldn't say into every touch.
The urgency didn't fade. It bloomed—wild, consuming.
Her voice. Her body. The way she trembled against me. It all spun into something sacred. Something dangerous.
We stood on the edge of a storm neither of us could escape.
But right then, none of it mattered.
There was only her.
Only this.
And the fire we could no longer put out.