Her lips crashed into mine, fierce and desperate, like she was trying to claim something—maybe my very soul. The kiss was wild, breathless, and left no room for thought. Each hitch in her breathing made my chest tighten, made something buried deep within me stir to life. I should have stopped her. I should have remembered the task, the promise, the weight I carried. But I didn't. I couldn't. Not when she kissed me like this—as if the world might end and this was the only moment we had left.
Her lips were soft and demanding, her touch reckless, as though she needed to feel every inch of me just to believe I was real. I dragged a hand into her hair, fisting it, pulling her closer until her body pressed to mine. Her breath hitched as our chests collided, the heat between us seeping through every layer of fabric.
I didn't want this. I couldn't want this. And yet, gods, I did.
Her hands roamed over me—urgent, almost frantic—leaving behind trails of fire. I groaned into her mouth, dragging my lips down her neck, tasting the skin I shouldn't touch. Her head tilted back, a soft sound slipping past her lips, and that noise—it unraveled me. Made everything else disappear.
She rolled her hips against mine, and I swore under my breath, the sensation like lightning through my veins. I braced her against the wall, my body caging hers, the need between us flaring so hot I thought I might burn.
Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, low and reverent, as I trailed kisses down her throat. Her hands slid under my shirt, nails skimming across my back, dragging me closer. Every sound she made was another spark to the fire already raging inside me.
Her breath came in fast, broken gasps, her body arching toward mine, chasing every touch, every stolen second. I felt her legs wrap around me, grounding me and unmaking me all at once. Her hands gripped my shoulders, her voice a breathless whisper that shattered any restraint I had left.
"Don't stop," she murmured. "Please—don't stop."
And I didn't.
I kissed her like she was the last thing tethering me to this world, like I could pour every unspoken feeling into her skin. The urgency between us never faded—it only grew, wild and consuming. Her touch, her voice, the way her body trembled against mine—it all wove into something sacred. Something forbidden.
We were on the edge of a storm, one neither of us could escape. But in that moment, none of it mattered. There was only her. Only us. And the fire we could no longer put out.