KAIREN
The kiss was hotter now, desperate, messy, unrestrained, teeth grazing, tongues tangling in a feral battle we couldn't stop.
Viktor's tongue plunged deeper, tangling with mine in a slick, demanding dance that made my head spin.
I clung to him, fingers twisting in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as if I could devour the taste of him, smoke and alcohol and something uniquely Viktor.
My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm echoing the chaos in my mind.
This couldn't be real. I'd buried my stupid crush on him so deep, denying it even to myself because what the hell? He was my bodyguard, the stoic wall of a man who'd seen me at my worst, and our dynamic was all sharp edges and unspoken resentment.
But now, with his lips claiming mine like he owned them, I realized he'd been wanting this too. The thought sent a thrill twisting through me, hot and terrifying.
