My mouth was crushed beneath Ethan’s in a brutal, desperate kiss before the screech of rending metal even faded. Smoke poured from the transport's shattered hood, and overhead, the iron security grates of the tunnel floor groaned under immense pressure. He tasted like copper and gunpowder, his lips hard and demanding, stealing what little air remained in my lungs while the world tore itself apart around us.
Outside the crushed frame of our vehicle, heavy mechanical clicks echoed through the dark tunnel as weapon mounts locked into position.
Ethan’s hands slammed against my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he ripped away the jammed seatbelt straps with a single, furious yank. In one violent movement, he hauled me across the cramped cab, pinning my hips directly against his thigh
