The kiss was fierce and consuming, releasing all the emotions we’d been holding back—fear, anger, and something deeper, something neither of us dared to name.
I clung to him as his arms encircled me, pulling me closer. My hands found their way to his hair, threading through the dark strands as he deepened the kiss. His lips were hot, and insistent, and I felt myself melting into him, every thought dissolving except for the sensation of his mouth on mine.
Kane’s hands slid to my waist, and with surprising ease, he lifted me onto the heavy wooden table behind me. I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, but he didn’t stop. His lips trailed down my neck, his stubble grazing my skin and sending shivers down my spine.
“Kane,” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.
His hands framed my face
