Raven's POV
When I didn’t say anything, his hand came up, fingers curling gently—but firmly—around my neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make my breath catch.
He pulled me closer, his eyes locked onto mine like a challenge.
And then he kissed me—rough, hungry like he was claiming every part of me I’d tried to keep hidden. Like silence was permission.
My hands braced against his chest, unsure if I was pushing him away or holding on tighter.
But I didn’t stop him.
I couldn’t.
His lips were on mine, pulling, tugging, stealing the very breath from my lungs.
Heat surged through me in dizzying waves, my hands tangled in his damp hair as the sound of the running shower echoed around us like a rhythm only we could hear.
“I want you so much, Raven,” he murmured against my lips, his
