To hell with the world.
Just one more time.
They moved.
It was inevitable.
Their lips collided. Ravok's hand buried itself in her hair. He pulled her against him, and she fit there in a way that felt engineered by fate and cruelty alike.
She was smaller, yes. But there was nothing fragile about her. She rose into the kiss with equal hunger, fingers fisting in his shirt, claiming him back without hesitation.
Her scent hit him harder up close.
It flooded him.
It infiltrated his senses, tore through the last thin strands of restraint he had been clinging to since he opened his eyes.
He deepened the kiss. He was handing control over to Eric soon. Eric would deal with the fallout. Eric would carry the consequences.
For this moment, Ravok allowed himself selfishness.
Allowed himself to feel her in his arms.
To kiss her.
Just his.
His hand slid from her hair down to her waist, fingers spreading.
He knew he should step back.
Knew that if he continued, he would mark her again.
