The kiss should've ended by now.
But it didn't.
She should've shoved him away, said something scathing, reminded him of the power she now held. Instead, she was melting against him, her fingers clenched in the collar of his jacket, her lips parting like they remembered him better than she did.
She gasped as his mouth claimed hers again, hotter this time, rougher. Like he'd held this hunger on a leash for months and the chain had finally snapped.
And God… she wanted it.
Regina tilted her head, deepened the kiss, tasting the fury still simmering in him. He kissed like a man who'd walked through fire and needed to burn her too. And she didn't care. Not tonight. Not when he kissed like he hated how much he still wanted her.
His hand spread across her back, dragging her against his chest, her breasts crushed to the hard planes of his body. She felt the tension in him, like he was barely holding on, like if she pushed just a little harder, they'd both go over the edge.
She did.
