Torrance's hand slides up to cup my face, his thumb tracing the curve of my bottom lip. The touch is electric, sending sparks cascading through my body. His eyes, dark and intense, hold mine captive as he leans in closer.
"Are you certain, Isabella?" he murmurs, his lips a breath away from mine. "Once we cross this line, there's no going back. Your world will never be the same."
I tremble, caught between fear and anticipation. The rational part of my mind screams at me to stop, to remember my duties, my position. But the primal, hungry part of me that has been awakened drowns out all reason.
"I'm certain," I whisper, my voice barely audible even in the stillness of the car.
With a growl that sends shivers down my spine, Torrance closes the distance between us. His lips crash against mine with a fierce passion that takes my breath away.
His kiss is hungry, demanding, consuming me entirely. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pull him closer, desperate for more.
The world outside the car fades away, leaving only us and the heat building between our bodies. Torrance's hand slides down my neck, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I gasp against his mouth as his fingers trace my collarbone, dipping lower.
Suddenly, he pulls back, leaving me dizzy and breathless. His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with desire. "Not here," he growls, his voice rough. "You deserve better than a quick fuck in a car."
Before I can protest, he's starting the engine and peeling away from the curb. The city blurs past us as he drives, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping