*Ryder*
Her lips… soft, warm, a little surprised at first, then yielding. The taste of her is… unexpected. Sweet, like summer berries, with a hint of something else, something wild and untamed. It’s a kiss that makes the world fade, leaving only the feel of her against me, the frantic beat of her heart mirroring my own.
Her breath hitches, a soft gasp against my lips. I deepen the kiss, the need to hold her, to ground myself in the reality of her is overwhelming. It’s a kiss that burns a Mark on my soul, a kiss that promises, a kiss that leaves me aching for more even as we break apart, breathless and wanting. The taste of her lingers, a phantom touch on my lips.
The jarring arrival of three uniformed officers yanks me back to the harsh reality. One of them, a tall, imposing figure, a
