|Gryphon's POV|
I've kissed her before.
Not like this.
Not with the fury of weeks’ worth of buried feelings clawing their way out of me all at once, not with my hands trembling from how close I am to breaking every line we swore we'd never cross again. My mouth is on hers like it's a promise I've been choking on, like every time I told myself she wasn't mine was a lie made of ash I swallowed just to keep breathing.
And now—now I'm drowning in her.
Serena tastes like fire and war and the kind of danger that makes you jump anyway, that kind of fall where you already know you'll never land, and I don't care. I don't give a single damn about the consequences, about the wreckage we're going to leave in our wake, because all I can feel is her body pressed against mine, her nails digging int
