“Let me be the one you come to. Let me fight the demons with you. Let me be your first thought, not your last resort. Give me everything.”
I blink, eyes stinging, heart aching from how much I feel him.
And for the first time tonight, I know he’s not resisting me anymore.
He’s begging me to stay.
I don’t even know if I’m breathing.
Because everything he just said—it sinks deep. Past bone, past skin, past every wall I’ve spent years building to protect myself.
Something inside me cracks wide open.
My fingers tighten on his shoulders, my body trembles, not from fear but from everything I’m holding in.
“I want to,” I whisper, voice breaking, “I want to give you everything. All of it. All of me. But right now—” I lift my face to his, looking up into the storm of his eyes. “Right now, I just want you.”
His eyes searches mine deeply.
“I want your hands on me.” My voice is barely a breath. “I want your mouth on mine.”
His grip tightens at my waist, fingers digging into my skin like he’s barely holding himself back.
“I want to feel you,” I say, not caring how desperate I sound. “I want to be touched by you, Alex. I want you to let me know that I am yours.”
His jaw clenches, a tortured sound leaving his throat—a groan caught between restraint and surrender because he knows what I am asking for.
My body and my soul want him.
“Lucas…” he breathes, like it hurts to say my name.
But I don’t stop. I step closer, so he can feel just how much I want him.
“Please.” The word is so soft, so real, it slips from somewhere deeper than need.
“Please kiss me, Alex.” I beg “Please”
And he does.
With a sound that’s almost a growl, he finally gives in.
His mouth crashes onto mine. It’s not violent or brutal. But it’s starving. Like he’s been holding back for too long, like the taste of me is the one thing he’s been aching for. And the sound of relief that leaves me makes my chest flutter. His lips part mine, and I let him in greedily, gasping when his tongue sweeps against mine, hot and commanding and everything.
His hand fists the fabric of his soaked shirt on my body, the other still cradling my face as his lips move with feverish desperation. Like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. Like he’s trying to pour every unspoken word into me through this kiss.
And dear heavens—
I want more.
I want to drown in this.
Because in his kiss, there’s no hesitation. No fear.
Only need.
Only us.
My hands slide up the back of his neck, threading into his damp hair as I rise onto my tiptoes, desperate to give him moreof my mouth. His kiss deepens, rough and consuming, like he’s starved for me, like I’m the only thing keeping him breathing.
