"Haa…"
Kai panted, battling the urge. He slapped his palm to the steamed glass; it slid down bonelessly, leaving a long smear. Desire seethed through him until pain went hazy.
The air thickened, suffocating. Heat coiled low in his stomach, harder, insistent, awakening something primal.
No.
He shouted inside his mind, clinging to the last scrap of reason.
This isn't a kiss. It's necessity. A ritual. He repeated the mantra like a spell, desperate to believe.
He'd already dragged her down into his abyss. Already stolen what wasn't his. He could not destroy her further.
Serein was oblivious to his struggle. She only chased her levo.
Her tongue worked harder, her body pressed closer, every angle seeking. And finally—the last stubborn strand recognized her once more and left him.
Only then did she release him, leaning back at last. A thin strand of silver glistened between their swollen lips, trembling in the dim glow of the dashboard.
