LEAH
Lucian is already halfway to the door, but my chest suddenly tightens. The thought of him walking out, leaving me with this restless storm inside, claws at me. Before I can stop myself, I grab his wrist, the bond pulling, and demanding.
He turns to me, his brows furrowed. His lips are parted like he’s about to argue. But I don’t let him speak. I pull him down to me and crush my mouth against his.
My insides light up like fire. His surprise lasts all of one heartbeat before he groans into the kiss and drags me more into him. His hand cups the back of my head, his other arm tight around my waist, pulling me flush against him like he wants to sink me inside his skin.
Damn, it feels so good I hate how good it feels. Hate how fast my knees go weak. But the fire burns too sweet, too
