Soft licks. Rough pulls. Slow teasing kisses followed immediately by aggressive ones.
The contrast made her head spin.
His hand tightened against her face while the other arm wrapped around her waist, dragging her fully against his body until there wasn’t even an inch of space left between them.
Amara’s fingers instinctively grabbed onto his shirt.
For a terrifying second, she forgot everything else.
Forgot she was angry. Forgot she hated him at this moment. Forgot every painful thing he had ever done to her.
All she could feel was him.
His mouth.
The heat of his body.
The overwhelming intensity of being kissed by the man she had loved for years.
This was something she had dreamed about for so long.
She had been his wife. She had loved him silently for years. And all she had ever wanted was this—his attention, his touch, one real kiss from him.
And now he was kissing her like his life depended on it.
He tasted intoxicating. He smelled maddeningly good. Everything about him felt overwhelming, consuming, addictive.
But then reality came crashing back.
The memories hit her all at once.
His coldness.
His neglect.
The way he had pushed her away every single time she tried to get close to him.
The loneliness.
The heartbreak.
Suddenly the kiss didn’t feel sweet anymore.
It felt cruel.
Like punishment.
Like he was taking something from her only now that she had finally stopped begging for it.
Amara immediately tried to pull away.
But Elias didn’t let her.
A low sound escaped his throat as his hand slid from her jaw into her hair, fingers tangling tightly at the back of her head to keep her still while he kissed her even harder.
The kiss became messy, desperate, almost reckless.
He kissed her like he couldn’t get enough of her mouth no matter how much he took.
