This chapter contains mature themes, sexual tension, and scenes depicting physical struggle and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
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Kian's mouth devoured hers like he'd been starving for too long. His kiss wasn't patient anymore; it was all teeth and breath and need. He pressed her deeper into the bed, his weight a solid heat above her, every movement rougher than the last.
His hands slid over her hips, her waist, up her sides — no longer tracing, but gripping. His fingertips dug into her skin, hard enough to make her gasp. The sound that tore from his throat wasn't human anymore; it was low, ragged, a growl buried under his breath.
Isabella barely noticed at first. She was dizzy from him, from the rhythm of his body moving against hers, from the sound of his breath rasping against her ear.
