The moment Selene's lips met Kieran's, the world around them ceased to exist.
There was no past, no future—only this.
Only the fire igniting between them, consuming them both in a blaze they could no longer control.
Kieran didn't hesitate. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss as if he had been starving for it. For her.
And maybe he had.
Selene melted into him, her fingers fisting his shirt, holding on like he was the only solid thing in a world that had been spinning out of her control for too long.
A low growl rumbled in Kieran's chest as he backed her against the wall, his body pressing into hers, possessive and unyielding. "I warned you, Selene," he murmured against her lips.
Her breath hitched. "Warned me about what?"
His golden eyes burned into hers, dark and intense. "That once I had you, I wasn't letting go."
A shiver ran down her spine, but it wasn't fear.
It was want.
She should tell him this was a mistake.
Should remind herself of all the reasons she had resisted for so long.
But instead, she whispered, "Then don't."
Kieran's control snapped.
He claimed her lips again, fiercer this time, his hands roaming her body like he was memorizing every inch of her. And Selene let him—because she wanted this too.
She had fought it.
Denied it.
But now, there was no more running.
No more denying the truth.
She belonged to Kieran, just as much as he belonged to her.
And no matter how dangerous it was—
There was no turning back now.