Warning: intense scene ;) 18+
My hands clawed at the tattered remains of his shirt, my broken fingers forgotten in the desperate need to feel his skin against mine. The blood, the grime—none of it mattered. Not when the fire in my belly was only growing, hotter, fiercer, with every breathless gasp, every ragged kiss that drew me deeper under his spell. Sylus was everywhere, and the feel of his mouth on mine was all I wanted. My knees felt weak; I could barely catch my breath.I'd never felt anything like this, not even the faintest spark of this wild, consuming need with Alexander.
Alexander.
The thought of him hit like a jolt of cold water, momentarily cracking the feverish haze surrounding me. His face flashed in my mind, a reminder of the fragile, twisted web I was already caught in, and the risk I was taking. This — whatever this was with Sylus — could shatter everything if anyone found out.
