Chapter Ten: The Taste of Temptation
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The city never slept, but in that moment, neither did she. The room hummed with silence, save for the sound of her own heartbeat, fast and restless. She hated how much power he had over her, how a single glance could unravel every wall she had so carefully built.
He leaned against the doorway, casual, but his eyes were anything but. Dark, steady, hungry. The kind of look that stripped her bare without touching a single button.
“You’ve been avoiding me,” he said, voice low, almost amused.
She shifted, forcing her lips into a smirk that didn’t match the heat crawling across her skin. “Maybe I’ve just been busy.”
“Busy?” He took a step closer, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the space between them. “Busy trying not to think about me? Or busy trying to forget what it felt like when I touched you?”
Her breath hitched. He was too close now, close enough that his scent—dark spice and sin—wrapped around her like chains. She wanted to shove him back, to tell him he was arrogant, unbearable. But the truth was written all over her trembling hands.
“You think you’re irresistible, don’t you?” she whispered, though her voice betrayed her.
He smirked, tilting her chin up with a finger that burned like fire. “No,” he murmured. “I know I am. And worse, you know it too.”
The tension snapped. His mouth claimed hers, hot and demanding, the kind of kiss that didn’t ask for permission—it took. Her knees threatened to give way, but his hands were already on her waist, pulling her against him, anchoring her in the storm he created.
Every protest melted into the taste of him, every ounce of reason drowned in the pull of lust that made her forget her own name. His teeth grazed her lip, drawing a gasp from deep within her chest.
When he finally pulled back, their foreheads touched, breath mingling. His voice was rough, a promise and a threat all at once.
“This isn’t just lust,” he said. “You can lie to yourself all you want, but your body already knows the truth. You want me.”
Her eyes fluttered shut, shame and desire warring in her chest. And for the first time, she didn’t know which side would win.
Her lips were still tingling when he pulled away, but his grip on her waist never loosened. If anything, it tightened, drawing her flush against him until she felt every line of his body pressed into hers.
“Say it,” he whispered, his mouth brushing the edge of her jaw. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll let you go.”
Her throat worked, but no words came. She hated how her silence betrayed her, hated how her body arched into his touch even as her mind screamed for distance.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s what I thought.”
Before she could summon resistance, his lips descended again—hotter, rougher, demanding. His hands roamed, tracing fire across her curves, memorizing every inch as if he had all the rights in the world. She gasped against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
The taste of him was addictive, intoxicating, like sin she never wanted to repent from. Every kiss grew deeper, every tug of his lips against hers unraveling the last threads of her control.
When his mouth trailed down to her throat, a moan escaped before she could stop it. Her head tipped back against the wall, granting him access, betraying every ounce of defiance she had clung to. His tongue teased the sensitive skin just below her ear, his teeth grazing lightly, making her shiver.
“You burn for me,” he murmured against her skin, voice low, dangerous. “Every time you breathe, every time you fight me, you burn. And I won’t stop until you admit it.”
Her chest heaved, her body trembling with the war raging inside her. Logic told her this was reckless. But lust? Lust was winning.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him back to her lips. This time, she kissed him first—fierce, hungry, desperate.
He growled in approval, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her harder against the wall. The world outside disappeared. There was no reason, no tomorrow, no consequence—only the searing heat of now.
And when his name broke from her lips like a plea, she knew there was no turning back.
Her lips were still tingling when he pulled away, but his grip on her waist never loosened. If anything, it tightened, drawing her flush against him until she felt every line of his body pressed into hers.
“Say it,” he whispered, his mouth brushing the edge of her jaw. “Say you don’t want me, and I’ll let you go.”
Her throat worked, but no words came. She hated how her silence betrayed her, hated how her body arched into his touch even as her mind screamed for distance.
He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s what I thought.”
Before she could summon resistance, his lips descended again—hotter, rougher, demanding. His hands roamed, tracing fire across her curves, memorizing every inch as if he had all the rights in the world. She gasped against his mouth, nails digging into his shoulders, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.
The taste of him was addictive, intoxicating, like sin she never wanted to repent from. Every kiss grew deeper, every tug of his lips against hers unraveling the last threads of her control.
When his mouth trailed down to her throat, a moan escaped before she could stop it. Her head tipped back against the wall, granting him access, betraying every ounce of defiance she had clung to. His tongue teased the sensitive skin just below her ear, his teeth grazing lightly, making her shiver.
“You burn for me,” he murmured against her skin, voice low, dangerous. “Every time you breathe, every time you fight me, you burn. And I won’t stop until you admit it.”
Her chest heaved, her body trembling with the war raging inside her. Logic told her this was reckless. But lust? Lust was winning.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, yanking him back to her lips. This time, she kissed him first—fierce, hungry, desperate.
He growled in approval, lifting her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her harder against the wall. The world outside disappeared. There was no reason, no tomorrow, no consequence—only the searing heat of now.
And when his name broke from her lips like a plea, she knew there was no turning back.
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