Kai's POV
I moan into his kiss, the sound desperate and needy in a way I'd never let anyone else hear. I clutch at him so tightly my fingers dig into his shoulders, probably leaving marks that will bruise later. I shove my tongue into his mouth until there's no end to where I stop and he begins, tasting him, claiming him, reminding him that this thing between us is real even if we pretend it isn't.
I hastily go for his trousers, my fingers fumbling with the button and zipper in my eagerness. He's pulling off his shirt at the same time, both of us moving with frantic energy.
We kiss like starved maniacs who've been denied food for too long, all teeth and tongue and barely controlled violence. He should be mine alone, not bound to some other girl by fate and biology. f**k, why does the M
