KAEL
She moaned into my mouth and I swore I lost whatever was left of my soul.
I kissed her like she was mine.
Because she was.
Slow.
Rough.
Cruel in the way my mouth devoured hers.
Her sounds only made it worse.
She kept whimpering against me like I was air and she'd been drowning, and fuck if that didn't make something wild twist inside me.
My hand clutched her jaw, the other keeping her wrists pinned like I'd been meaning to do since I first saw her tonight, looking like a fucking sculpture carved in gold.
Every moan she gave me, every drag of her hips, I could feel it pulling at the last thread of my restraint. Even as her words were filled with venom, I was losing myself.
Fast.
And the goddamn alcohol in my system wasn't helping.
That slow-burning scotch had settled behind my ribs like fire and fury, and Aria… Aria was the match scraping the edge of it.
I hated it.
I hated how much I wanted more.
