The moment Ravić locked the door in my old apartment, he grabbed me by my neck and crashed his lips on mine. There was no hesitation this time. No guilt, no restraint, only the sharp clash of our desperation to feel each other. Now that we were alone.
His kiss stole the breath out of me. I could still taste the blood and hunger on him, and I loved it. The way he pinned me against the wall, right next to the door, hard enough to make my old frames rattle, but I didn't care. The rush in my ears drowned out everything else.
His hands roamed my body as if he was relearning my body. His palms, skimming over my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down. I shed my coat while he peeled off his, our lips crashing together again as I stepped out of my jeans, fumbling with his zipper. We only broke apart to pull off our clothes, before coming together again.
Every brush of his lips, every touch, burned away the horrors of the night until there was nothing left but us.
