Hades
She gasped into my mouth, that sweet sound shattering the last thread of my sanity. My hand tangled in her hair, tugging her head back so I could deepen the kiss—claim every inch of her, drink every drop of defiance until it melted into hunger as wild as mine.
Her nails raked across my chest, tearing through my shirt. Instead of pushing me away, she pulled me closer, as if she wanted me branded into her skin. The world outside dissolved; nothing existed beyond her.
The beast in me howled, exulting in the way her body arched against mine, the way she met my hunger with her own. Her lips bruised under mine, her breath ragged, and I swallowed it all, savoring surrender laced with fire.
I tore my mouth from hers to trail down the delicate line of her jaw, tasting the frantic pulse beating at her throat. She shuddered, and I felt her resolve collapse in the sharp hitch of her breath.
