The kiss stole the world from beneath me.
Raiden’s lips were rough and desperate, his breath mingling with mine as though he needed me to breathe. The way his hands gripped my waist—firm, trembling, hungry—made my heart race and my body burn. Every inch of me leaned into him, chasing that impossible closeness, that fire I’d tried so hard to deny.
He groaned, low and raw, the sound vibrating through my chest. His hands slid down, over my hips, to my thighs, claiming, anchoring, wanting. When he lifted me into his lap, it wasn’t gentle—it was instinct, primal, inevitable.
I gasped against his lips, heat flooding me as I felt how hard he was beneath me. The thin barrier of clothing did nothing to dull it; it only made it worse. I rolled my hips, seeking more, and the sharp breath he drew n
