And I was the last breath of air he’d ever get.
I broke the kiss with a shove, panting. "What the hell are you doing?"
He didn’t step back. His gaze dropped to my lips, then lower. "Athena, I can’t— I don’t want to hold back anymore."
"You don’t get to say that," I snapped, eyes burning. "You don’t get to walk in here and kiss like the betrayal never happened. Like you didn’t just tell to leave this kingdom ten minutes ago. I’ll ask again what the hell are you doing!"
He stepped forward. I stepped back—straight into the wall.
His hand slid around my waist, pulling flush against him. "I told you to leave because if you stay, I’m going to break every vow I made to the king."
I swallowed hard, heart pounding as his scent wrapped around . "What do you an?"
"I an I don’t care anymore because I won’t hold back anymore," he said darkly. "I’ll burn this palace to the ground if it ans I can have you again."
His words struck like lightning. I hated him for it—how easily he made my body betray .
"You don’t even know whether I am interested in you at all," I whispered.
His mouth hovered near my ear, voice low and electric. "I know the way your body trembles when I get this close. I love the sound you make when I bite right—here." His teeth grazed my neck, and my breath caught. "I know the way you lie to yourself. You say you hate , but your heartbeat’s screaming my na."
I pushed him again, but my palms stayed on his chest longer than they should have. "This doesn’t fix anything."
"I don’t want to fix it," he growled, dragging toward the bed with one hand, the other sliding down to cup my thigh. "I want to feel it. All of it. The pain. The anger. The need. I want to ruin you like you ruined ."
"I never ruined you," I whispered, eyes narrowing.
He smirked darkly. "You left a crater in my fucking soul."
Then his mouth was on mine again, and this ti I didn’t stop him.
He kissed like it was war—fingers roaming, mouth devouring, teeth grazing skin and lips until I moaned into him, furious at myself and at him and at how good it still felt.
His hand slid under my shirt, rough fingers caressing the soft skin beneath. "Say that you want ," he demanded.
"No."
His teeth caught my lower lip. "Liar."
I yanked him down by the collar, forcing him to et my eyes. "You don’t deserve to touch ."
"Then why are you still letting ?" he rasped, voice ragged as his hand dipped lower.
I gasped and shoved him back again—this ti harder.
We were both breathing like animals, chest to chest, sweat rising, restraint breaking.
"I hate you," I said, but my voice trembled.
He grinned, feral and breathless. "Good. Hate while you co undone."
He kissed again—hotter, harder, deeper—and this ti when I pulled his shirt off, it was because I wanted to.
His lips trailed fire down my throat, down my collarbone, as I tangled my fingers in his hair, cursing him under my breath and grinding against him like I hadn’t touched a man in years—well I hadn’t.
"Tell to stop," he growled into my skin.
I didn’t.
His hands moved with a desperation that made my knees weak—one sliding under my skirt, the other gripping my hips like he was afraid I’d disappear again.
And maybe I would.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I let myself burn.
His mouth was on mine again, rougher this ti—no more hesitation, no more second chances. He kissed like a storm: wild, unrelenting, shaking down to my core. His body pressed into mine, hard and hot and hungry, pinning to the wall like he owned every breath I took.
And gods help , I let him.
His hands were already under my skirt, gripping the backs of my thighs, lifting effortlessly. My legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, like mory, like need.
"I hate how good you still feel," I breathed against his mouth.
"I hate how much I want you," he growled, grinding into so hard I gasped.
"I don’t want to hear these words," I lied, fingers raking through his hair as he kissed down my neck.
"You do. Let show you."
He carried to the bed and tossed down like I weighed nothing. I bounced once, breathless and stunned, watching him strip the rest of his clothes off without breaking eye contact. There was no pretence, no slow seduction. Just heat. Fire. Hunger.
My heart thudded. My thighs clenched.
He crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking prey, eyes locked on .
"You gonna tell to stop?" he asked, voice low and dangerous as he hovered over .
"No," I whispered. "But I should."
"Then I’ll take that as a yes."
He kissed again, devouring and deep. One hand cupped my breast through the thin fabric of my top while the other slid beneath my skirt, fingers slipping under my soaked underwear.
He groaned when he felt how wet I was. "Fuck. You’re dripping for , Athena."
"Don’t flatter yourself," I gasped, but I arched into his hand all the sa.
"You’re soaking. You’ve been thinking about this since the second you saw again."
He slid two fingers inside , and my head fell back with a broken sound.
"That’s it," he muttered, voice thick with lust. "Gods, I missed you. Missed you."
He curled his fingers just right and I cried out, clinging to his shoulders.
"Lucas—"
"You gonna co already?" he whispered against my ear, thrusting his fingers harder, deeper. "Co for , Athena. Let go."
My body seized, hips bucking into his hand as the climax tore through like lightning.
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