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Everything went still. A moment passed. Then two. And then, just like that, the world blurred. There was no thinking, no hesitation. One second, I was in control, and the next…

I completely lost it.

My other hand tangled in her hair, pulling hard, yanking her against me. She gasped, and I crushed my mouth to hers, claiming her in a brutal kiss.

The moment our lips met, it was like a lightning bolt struck us from the heavens.

Primal instinct ripped through me, and I bit her lip hard enough to hurt. Her mouth opened wider, her body surging up against mine. A moan escaped her, but she didn’t pull away.

She kissed me back, harder. My grip in her hair tightened against her scalp, and I jerked her head back, exposing her throat. I dragged my teeth along her neck, licking and nipping at her skin, and a shudder racked her frame.

Fuck.

I couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

Couldn’t do anything but want.

Her hands curled into fists above her head, and she arched her back, pressing herself closer. I ground against her, the line of my hard cock pressing against her core.

She keened, a soft, high whine.

That sound snapped the last thread of control I had left.

CHAPTER4

Lia

I gasped against his mouth, and he took it as an opening, his tongue sliding between my lips, claiming me with a dominance that made my legs weak.

He was relentless.

His teeth grazed my bottom lip, a silent threat, a warning that I should have heeded.

But I didn’t.

Because the moment he pulled me closer, pressing our bodies completely flush now, any lingering thoughts of resistance vanished.

God help me, I wanted more.

His kiss was fire. It consumed me, burned through every wall I’d ever built, every instinct that told me to fight, to push him away. His grip on my wrists never loosened, but I wasn’t trying to escape.

No, I was leaning into him.

His body was everywhere, surrounding me, trapping me in the heat between us. His chest, a hard wall of muscle, pinned me in place, his scent thick in the air.

I was drowning in him, and I didn’t care.

His tongue slid against mine, slow and purposeful, like he wanted to unravel me piece by piece. A growl rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my skin, owning me without a single word.

My back arched as my fingers twitched where he still held them above me. I needed to touch him, to grip his shoulders, to pull him closer than he already was—but he wasn’t letting me.

Asshole.

A frustrated noise slipped from my lips, and he chuckled. Low. Dark. Satisfied.

“Impatient, Wildcat?” His voice was rough.

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