KANE POV:
Her hands roamed over my shoulders, down my back, pulling me closer. "Kane," she murmured, her voice breathless, "I want you."
Goddess help me, I wanted her too. More than anything. But this wasn't right. Not like this.
I pulled back slightly, resting my forehead against hers. "Elena, you're drunk," I said, my voice hoarse.
She looked up at me, her expression somewhere between frustration and heartbreak. "I don't care. I want you, Kane. Please."
I clenched my jaw, fighting every primal instinct screaming at me to take her. "You'll thank me in the morning," I muttered, forcing myself to pull away.
She sat up, tears streaming down her face. "Do you not want me?" she asked, her voice trembling.
My heart shattered at the sight of her crying. "Of course I want you," I said, my voice firm. "But not like this. Not when you won't even remember it tomorrow."
