Chapter 47: Neighbourly (+R18)
Her face tilted up toward his, lips slightly parted, eyes dark with want. Kaine could feel his carefully constructed walls crumbling, could feel himself forgetting all the reasons why this was a bad idea.
"You don’t know what you’re getting into," he said, his voice rough.
"Then show me."
She didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. She wanted this. Him. Right now. Not in the abstract, not as a safe fantasy—but the bloodied, exhausted man standing half-dressed in front of her, cold to the touch, dangerously alive.
Something in Kaine snapped.
His hand moved to her face—firm but gentle—tilting her chin up as he kissed her.
Not tentative.
Not testing.
A claiming.
She gasped into his mouth, surprised by the force of it, and he felt her press into him, her chest brushing against his bare skin. The dress was barely hanging on now, clutched loosely to her chest with one arm as the other wrapped around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding into her hair, anchoring her in place as his mouth devoured hers.
He could feel her heart hammering beneath her skin, her body soft and hot against his. The faint scent of her perfume—vanilla and something sweeter now, something her—wrapped around him, and he was drowning in it.
The dress slipped.