Eve felt a pang of disappointment at his words. But if she could have her first time in the hands of the man she had loved for so long, even if he was a jerk, then she would carry no regrets. Not ever.
Syres seized her lips again, this time with raw hunger. He sucked on her upper and lower lips with ferocity, guiding her into his rhythm until her breath caught and her body melted into his.
Her arms found their way around his waist as she surrendered to the moment. She let herself be vulnerable, something she hadn't done in years. This was the scene she had always dreamed of, wrapped in his arms, feeling wanted. Even if it wasn't love… even if it was only pretend, it still made her feel alive.
"Take off my top," he muttered roughly between kisses. His hand dropped to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them one by one, his fingers brushing her skin with agonizing slowness.
