Chapter 115

• His mouth captures mine with sudden urgency, a soft gasp escaping me as his teeth graze my bottom lip. The moment is fleeting, the sharp sting quickly replaced by the warm pressure of his lips trailing down to my neck. His breath fans across my skin, hot and intimate, and I shiver when his tongue grazes the sensitive spot beneath my ear. The sensation lingers even as he pulls back, exhaling cool air over the damp skin, heightening the contrast and sending a tremor down my spine.
• “I need a distraction,” he mutters, voice low and rough, like it’s being dragged from somewhere deep.
• His hands find my waist, large and firm, grounding me as he rolls his hips up. The hard length of him presses against my core, the friction igniting something inside me—and yet, my body tenses instinctively, a ripple of discomfort slipping through me like a shadow. The memory of what I’d recently learned—the horror of it—lingers in the back of my mind, reminding me of how fragile control can be.