Page 13 of Undisputed Chaos
The promise in those words settled something restless and starving inside me.
My hand slid to the small of her back, drawing her closer until our bodies were pressed together from chest to hip, until she could feel exactly what she did to me.
Her breath hitched, hands coming up to grip my biceps like she needed an anchor.
"You're strong," she observed, fingers digging slightly into the muscle there.
"You have no idea," I replied, voice dropping to a husky growl.
Her gaze dropped to my mouth again, lingering this time. The moment stretched between us, taut and electric. Then, with an intoxicating boldness, she rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to mine.
The prey had just walked into the trap.
Her mouth was soft, hesitant at first, but when I growled deep in my throat and tightened my grip on her waist, she made a sweet sound of surrender that shattered my control.
I deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth, claiming her breath, her taste, her everything.
Her hands moved to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands, tugging just enough to send sparks down my spine.
I backed her fully against the pillar, one hand curling around her throat as I devoured her mouth, feeling her pulse flutter beneath my palm.
She whimpered, the sound vibrating against my tongue, her body arching into mine like she couldn't get close enough.
I bit her lower lip, just to hear her gasp, then soothed the sting with my tongue, marking her in small ways.
My free hand slid down to grip her thigh, hiking her leg around my hip. The dress rode up, the feel of her warm, bare skin against my palm nearly making me lose my mind with the need to possess, to own, to keep.
"Adrian," she gasped against my mouth, and my name had never sounded so fucking good.
Her hands clawed at my shoulders, pulling me closer as she kissed me harder, deeper, her initial hesitation melting into hunger that matched my own.
I growled again, the sound rumbling from somewhere primal and possessive. Mine, my brain chanted with each beat of my heart. All fucking mine, forever.
I broke the kiss only to trail my lips down her neck, tasting her skin.
She tilted her head back, baring her throat to me, with such perfect, instinctive submission it nearly brought me to my knees.
I nipped at her collarbone, fighting the urge to bite down harder, to leave my mark there for everyone to see.
"You taste so fucking good," I purred against her skin. "I've been starving for this since I saw you."
I captured her mouth again, swallowing her next moan as my hands roamed her body, learning every curve, cataloging what was mine.
Her fingers traced the lines of my tattoos, following them from my neck down my shoulders, her touch both curious and hungry.
"You feel..." She trailed off, shaking her head slightly as if she couldn't find the words.
"Tell me," I urged, licking over her earlobe.
"Dangerous," she whispered. "But safe, somehow. Does that make any sense?"
It didn't. And it did. Because I was dangerous, more than she could possibly know. But I’d tear anyone apart who tried to hurt her.
I’d only known her for minutes, but something about her had reached inside my chest and claimed every black piece of my soul.
"Perfect sense," I agreed, brushing my thumb across her cheek with deceptive gentleness. "I'd never hurt you, Isla."
The truth of it resonated in my bones. I might be a monster, butnever to her. Never to this soft, beautiful creature who'd kissed me like she was drowning and I was air.
