Selene's breath came in ragged gasps as Kieran's lips trailed down her neck, his touch sending a wildfire of heat coursing through her veins.
She should have been afraid of how easily he unraveled her.
How effortlessly he shattered every wall she had built.
But there was no fear—only a deep, aching need.
Kieran's hands were firm, demanding, as they gripped her waist, pulling her closer. "You feel it, don't you?" His voice was rough, edged with something primal.
Selene swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. "Feel what?"
Kieran tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His golden eyes burned into hers, fierce and unrelenting. "This." His fingers trailed down her spine, making her shudder. "You belong to me, Selene."
A war raged inside her.
The logical part of her wanted to deny it, to push him away, to remind herself that this was a dangerous game.
But the rest of her—the part ruled by the pull between them—knew it was already too late.
"I don't belong to anyone," she whispered, though the words held no conviction.
Kieran smirked, his fingers tightening around her wrist, his touch possessive. "Liar."
Selene's pulse pounded, her resolve slipping with every second. "You think you own me?"
Kieran leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I know I do."
Her breath hitched, her body betraying her once again as she leaned into him.
She hated how easily he got under her skin.
Hated how much she wanted him.
But in this moment, none of it mattered.
Because she wasn't running.
Not anymore.
Kieran pressed his forehead against hers, his voice a dark promise. "No more games, Selene. No more pretending."
She closed her eyes, exhaling shakily. "And if I can't give you what you want?"
Kieran chuckled, low and dangerous. "You already have."
His lips captured hers again, sealing the truth between them.
She was his.
And there was no escaping that now.
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