Chapter 99: Imperfect
Riven whispered again, "If you want me to leave..."
Riven barely had time to process Soren’s expression before he felt a hand cupping the back of his neck, pulling him closer with a firm yet almost desperate touch. His breath hitched as Soren’s lips crashed against his, rough and possessive, leaving no room for hesitation.
He refused to let Riven finish that sentence.
Water sloshed around them as Soren pushed him to the edge of the bathtub, his body pressing firmly against Riven’s. The cold porcelain against his back contrasted with the warmth of Soren’s soaked shirt, clinging to his sculpted chest and shoulders.
Riven’s hands instinctively gripped Soren’s arms, feeling the tension in his muscles as if he was barely holding himself together.
Soren’s left hand slid down Riven’s back, pulling him even closer until their bodies were flushed against each other, with no space left between them. His right hand stayed firm at Riven’s nape, fingers threading through his wet hair, keeping his head in place as his mouth moved hungrily over Riven’s.
The kiss was demanding, almost punishing, as if Soren was trying to wipe away every trace of Ronan’s touch, reclaiming what was his. Riven could feel the intensity of Soren’s emotions pouring into that kiss—anger, frustration, longing, and fear all tangled together, threatening to drown him.
Riven gasped softly when Soren bit down on his lower lip, coaxing it open and slipping his tongue inside, deepening the kiss with a fervour that left him breathless.
The taste of him was overwhelming, and Riven’s heart raced, his fingers tightening around Soren’s forearms. Despite the fierceness, there was something almost vulnerable in the way Soren kissed him.