Before she could respond, I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her against me, my other hand tangling in her hair. The full-body contact sent shockwaves through both of us.
Natalia made a small, broken sound—half gasp, half sob—as I claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss.
The kiss consumed us—raw, primal, a violent storm of pent-up desire finally unleashed. Months of carefully constructed walls crumbled as her nails raked across my shoulders, leaving sharp crescents that sent jolts of exquisite pain through my system. I backed her against the wall with deliberate force, savoring how her body yielded to mine, her soft curves pressed firmly against my hardened frame.
