The kiss deepened, shattering the last, thin barriers of my control. It was less of a demand and more of a mutual collision, a ravenous exchange of need that had been building since the moment I walked back into his orbit. I wrapped my arms around his neck, desperate for the anchor of his strength, abandoning the fight against the undertow of my own desire. My mind screamed a thousand denials, cataloguing the professional ruin, the moral collapse, but my body responded with a crushing, consuming need that drowned out all logic.
He broke the kiss only to lift me swiftly into his arms, a fluid motion that left me gasping. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pinning me against the hard reality of his body. The world tilted; the prison suite, the evidence files, the face of my mother all spun away, leaving only the heat and the power of the man holding me.
