Troy
The moment her hands met my chest, I saw it. That flash of heat. That flicker of surrender.
Her fingers twitched, and her lips parted just the slightest bit. That was all I f*****g needed.
I crushed my mouth to hers, capturing that gasp as I backed her into the rock wall. When her head tilted back, I caught it gently, letting my knuckles take the hit against the jagged stone. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t give a damn.
All that mattered was the way she tasted, like heat and hunger and something forbidden.
My tongue plunged into her mouth, greedy and rough, claiming her the way I’d dreamed of a thousand times too many.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
The moment I tasted her, the rage came flooding back. How the f**k could someone like her taste this good? How could she feel this pure, t
