KIERAN’S POV
The moment Sera’s mouth crashed into mine, I stopped breathing.
There was no hesitation, no softness, no careful restraint like the night in the mountains.
She twisted a fist in my shirt and shoved me harder into the wall, the impact rattling the picture frame behind my shoulders.
Her teeth caught my lower lip, and I tasted copper and heat and fury.
I gripped her waist instinctively, fingers digging in enough to feel the rapid rhythm of her breathing and the tremor she couldn’t quite suppress.
“Sera—”
She deepened the kiss, silencing me, forcing my mouth open, setting the air between us alight with something chosen and real, not staged and manipulated.
Her body pressed flush against mine, and I slid my hands from her waist to her hips, anchoring her in place.
Her breath fanned across my cheek as she broke the kiss just long enough to speak.
“I’m furious,” she admitted, voice low and rough.
A well of guilt rose in me. “I know. I’m sorry—”
