(Lucian's POV)
My mouth was on hers before I could think. It was hard and desperate. Like I’d been starving for it.
She made a sound against my lips and kissed me back. It wasn't soft.
It felt like she was angry. Like she was scared. Like she needed it just as much as I did.
My hands were in her hair now, at her waist, anywhere I could touch.
She tasted like defiance. The one thing I wasn’t allowed to have.
The fire that had been burning low in me all night exploded.
I backed her up against the wooden post of the shooting range. One hand braced beside her head. The other was still on her waist, holding her to me like if I let go she’d disappear.
“Lucian,” she said against my mouth. This time it wasn’t a whisper. It was breathless.
I answered her with another kiss. Deeper.
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