His lips didn’t let me breathe.
Jacob kissed me like a man starved, like I was the only thing in this world that could sate him. His mouth was relentless, fierce, consuming me with every press, every demand for more. My hands trembled against his chest, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer, caught between pride and surrender.
I told myself this was wrong. That I should hate him. That he had caged me, claimed me, stolen my choices, turned me into something I never asked to be.
But my body didn’t listen.
When his hand slid lower, tracing the curve of my waist, fire spread through me like a brand. I gasped into his mouth, the sound breaking the air between us, and that single breath only deepened his hunger.
A growl rolled out of him, low and primal, vibrating through h
