Evaline:
His mouth hit mine like a collision.
There was no hesitation.
No softness.
No question.
Just impact.
My back arched instinctively as his hand tightened in my hair, his fingers fisting at the base of my skull to hold me exactly where he wanted me. The force of it stole the breath from my lungs, and for a split second my mind went completely blank.
River had kissed me before.
But never like this.
This wasn't the controlled, careful restraint he had always maintained between us.
This wasn't the almost-kiss that stopped right before the line.
This was hunger.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
His lips moved against mine with a desperate intensity that made my knees weaken. He angled his head, deepening the contact, his mouth claiming mine in a way that felt almost territorial.
Like he was proving something.
Like he was taking something back.
