Page 60 of Chains of Recompense
Too angry.
And it feels like the very air between us will catch fire, stoked to the point of combustion by our ragged, whiskey-rich breaths.
Raf’s eyes burn into me with scorching intensity that sends a violent shiver down my spine, and I stare defiantly back.
Then his gaze drips, unleashing butterflies in my stomach as his lips find mine, hungry and punishing and relentless.
And I don’t push him away.
I kiss him back like I’m furious he ever existed.
There’s nothing soft or romantic about it—it’s bruised lips and demanding tongues and five years’ worth of unresolved hurt exploding between us like an atom bomb.
I hate how effortlessly he can turn me on, how quickly he ignites my soul, how intensely he awakens that dark desire hidden deep inside me.
His hand fists in my hair, and when I bite his lip, he groans into my mouth.
Oh, God, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed him. And it kills me to admit just how much.
But when he breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and wrecked, aching with the loss of him.
He keeps his forehead pressed to mine, eyes closed like he’s fighting something bigger than both of us.
I freeze, unable to make the next move, though my body screams for more—for all of him.
“This is a mistake,” he mutters, gutting me in an instant.
I laugh—a broken, drunk, too-honest sound that’s dangerously close to a sob. “Everything about us is a mistake.”
He doesn’t deny it.
He doesn’t let go, either, and I don’t pull away.
Then he lifts his face, our eyes clashing, and the fire inside his gaze turns my blood molten.
No doubt, we’re far from okay.
This argument hasn’t fixed any of the ugly scars between us. If anything, it’s reopened old wounds.
But that won’t stop the inferno we’ve started.
Every inch of me craves his touch, like a flame craves oxygen.
And I can feel it in the way his fingers tighten around my wrists.
Whatever reason he has for holding back, it’s not good enough.
His composure is slipping.
He’s losing control.
And despite my inner turmoil, I want him to.
I can see the moment his resolve cracks.
And the next instant, he’s on me again.
Raf’s lips claim mine a second time, and suddenly, we’re clawing at each other’s clothes—desperate to remove the barriers between us.
