Elena's POV
The second his mouth touched mine, I forgot how to breathe.
Adrian’s lips were firm, demanding, his hand cupping my jaw like I was something precious and breakable, and yet the way he kissed me, it was anything but gentle. It was a storm breaking loose after weeks of restraint, and I was swept under before I could so much as protest.
I didn’t want to protest.
His office door was locked, the blinds drawn. The low hum of the city outside was muffled, distant. In here, it was just us and this sudden, wild hunger that had been simmering beneath every shared glance, every quiet touch, every moment we dared not cross the line. But the line was gone now. Erased.
His hand slid into my hair, gripping just tight enough to tilt my face up as he deepened the kiss. My cane fell to the
