I couldn’t let her go.
Not when I had tasted the possibility of her.
Standing swiftly, I caught her wrist, pulling her back against me, her breath escaping in a soft, startled gasp.The second our bodies collided, heat erupted between us—scalding, undeniable.Her chest pressed against mine, her pulse frantic beneath my fingertips, her lips parting on a shuddered exhale.
I didn’t think.
Didn’t hesitate.
I took her.
My mouth crushed hers, desperate, claiming.Her moan was swallowed by the kiss, a sound that sent fire racing through my veins.She melted against me, her fingers tangling in my hair, nails scraping along my scalp, sending sparks skittering down my spine.
I pressed her against the wall, hard—closing every inch of distance between us, making sure she felt me, every solid, aching part.My hands roamed her body, memorizing the curves, the softness, the way she shuddered when my fingers skimmed over her ribs, her waist, lower.
She gasped, her back arching as her thighs parted just enough to let me slide in close—pressing against her with slow, tantalizing rhythm, every movement a promise whispered through touch.
Her breath hitched, a whimper catching in her throat, her hands gripping my shoulders as if she didn’t know whether to pull me closer or push me away.
I traced my lips down her neck, teeth grazing her skin, feeling her shiver beneath me.She was intoxicating, a heady mix of silk and sin, and gods help me.I wanted to unravel her and see what she became when she stopped thinking and let go.
Her corset was in my way.The laces, the fabric, all of it—too much.My hands slid beneath her skirts, fingers tracing up her thighs, her skin fever-hot against my palms.
She gasped, her head falling back, her lips parting in wordless surrender.
I didn’t need her to tell me what she wanted.
I could feel it.
In the way her body moved against mine, in the way her breath came quicker, in the way her nails raked across my back, demanding, desperate.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively, pressing her deeper into the wall, pressing her against me.
Her moan was sinful, wrecked, a sound that sent fire racing through my veins.
And I devoured it.
Tasting the hunger, the raw, desperate need building between us since our worlds collided.
She was fire, and I wanted to burn.
I would burn.
“Elizabeth,” I murmured, my voice thick, strained, betraying the war inside me.“I shouldn’t… we shouldn’t?—”
“Please, Amir,” she whispered, her lips brushing mine with every trembling word.“Allow me this moment.I have never felt want or desire until you.”
At her words, the last remnants of restraint crumbled.
I didn’t care about the consequences.Didn’t care about the chaos we were inviting, the ruin that would inevitably follow.
All I cared about was her.
I pulled her back into my arms, crushing her against me, my lips slanting over hers in a kiss that was fierce, unrelenting, all-consuming.There was no hesitation, no second-guessing—only raw need.
“I desire you, Elizabeth.I can’t deny it.”
The confession was guttural, ripped from somewhere deep inside me, but she already knew.She could feel it in the way my hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, every shudder that coursed through her as she arched into me.
