Davina's POV
We barely crossed the threshold before our mouths crashed together, ravenous and frantic.
Irvin slammed the door behind us, one hand locked around my waist while the other buried itself in my hair, angling my head so he could consume me deeper.
Our lips moved like we'd been deprived of each other for ages.
It burned—raw, desperate, and overwhelming.
I gripped him tight, my nails scratching at his shirt's edge as I whimpered against his mouth. That sound triggered something wild in him. He rumbled deep, scooping me up without breaking our kiss. My legs circled his waist on instinct.
I felt his hardness pressing through his jeans, and it stole my breath.
We lurched down the hallway blindly, crashing into walls, toppling objects—neither of us cared.
