I parted my lips for him, and he deepened the kiss, taking the invitation without hesitation. His tongue wrapped around mine, stealing my breath. I moaned as his hands roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, cupping my ass, gripping me like he never wanted to let go.
Everything else faded—the wail of sirens in the distance, the lingering scent of gunpowder in the air, the weight of what had just happened. All that mattered was him.
Then he pulled away, his forehead resting against mine, his breaths uneven. His green eyes bore into me, dark and unreadable. No—was that gold flickering in them?
"Don't ever try something like that again," he warned, his voice low and strained.
I only stared, captivated. He shifted uncomfortably, his body tense, like he was trying to hold something back.
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