“Stop fighting it,” I said softly.
The weight of those words landed between us.And God..., we both felt it.
His breath broke across my lips, uneven and ragged.“You think I don’t feel this?”He moved his hands to my legs, spreading my thighs and stepping between them, closing every last inch of space between us.The cold edge of the desk bit into the backs of my thighs, but I barely registered it.Not when he was so close, his body heat wrapping around me, enclosing me in his scent, his presence, his control.
“You haunt me,” he said, his voice low, guttural, like the words were being torn from him.“Every second of every day, you’re in my head.You’ve invaded my goddamn thoughts, my nights, my life.”His hands slid up my thighs, his touch branding me, claiming me, even as his words threatened to push me away.“And I hate it.”
I flinched, the words slicing through me like a blade.
His grip tightened.“But I can’t stop.”
The air between us crackled like a live wire, heat and pain and need colliding in a way that was dangerous.
“Stop pushing me away,” I whispered.
His jaw ticked, his breathing uneven, his fingers biting into my hips like he was afraid to let go.“I don’t know how.”
The admission knocked the breath from my lungs.Creed Kirkland didn’t admit weakness.He didn’t allow vulnerability.Yet here he was, his body pressed against mine, his hands gripping me like a lifeline, his voice raw with something neither of us could name.
I reached up, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw, my heart pounding against my ribs.“Then let me show you.”
He exhaled harshly, like he was fighting some internal battle, like he knew once he let go—once he surrendered to this—there would be no turning back.
And then, just like before, his mouth crashed into mine again.But this time, it wasn’t just desperate.It was reckless.
Ruinous.
A kiss that promised destruction and devotion all at once.
His hands slid into my hair, gripping tight, pulling me closer, deeper, drowning us both in the inevitability of what we were.I moaned into his mouth, my legs tightening around his waist, and I felt the shudder that tore through him, the curse he muttered against my lips.
This was madness.But it was our madness.And neither of us was running.
Creed’s kiss was more than just possession.It was punishment.A raw, violent kind of claiming, his teeth grazing my lower lip, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he needed to drown in me, to consume me whole.Like he needed to remind himself that this was his.
I moaned, a desperate sound that vibrated between us, and Creed growled in response, the sound rough, primal, devastating.His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, dragging me even closer until my body was flush against his, until I could feel every rigid, unyielding part of him pressed into me.Hard.Hot.Unforgiving.And when his fingers dug into my flesh, bruising and possessive, I didn’t push him away.I arched into him, wanting more, needing more.
His mouth devoured me, moving from my lips to my jaw, to the sensitive hollow beneath my ear, his breath hot and ragged.“You make me fucking insane,” he rasped, his teeth scraping over my skin before he bit down hard enough to make me gasp.
“Good.”My nails bit into his shoulders, my breath uneven, my body trembling with the force of everything he made me feel.
Too much.Not enough.Never enough.
He cursed again, his grip tightening, his control slipping like sand through his fingers.“This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he ground out, his forehead pressing against mine.“Not like this.Not like a man who’s been starving for too fucking long.”
I dragged in a shaky breath, the heat between us smothering, suffocating, burning.I knew what he was saying.That this wasn’t just about sex.That this was more.That we were more.
And it terrified him.
Creed Kirkland, the man who controlled everything, couldn’t controlthis.Couldn’t controlus.But I wasn’t going to let him run.
“Stop fighting it.”My voice was a whisper, but it carried all the weight of everything between us.
And then—
With one swift motion, he spun me around, pressing me against the desk, pinning me beneath the force of his body.
I gasped, my fingers gripping the edge of the wood, my heart slamming against my ribs.His hands were everywhere, trailing fire along my skin, his mouth hot and unforgiving against the back of my neck.
