June 1, 2023
“Landon, stop. You need to calm—”
He turned around, the heat in his eyes still burning bright under the streetlights, and backed me against the brick wall, draping his hand over my throat right under my jaw before he crashed his mouth into mine.
We’d only shared one kiss, and while it was hot enough for the memory to keep me up some nights, this kiss was not that. This was blistering heat that didn’t stop, all the buildup over weeks and probably even years pouring out of us. Tongues tangled and teeth scraped as we pawed at each other, tasting and devouring with no relief for this hunger that we’d been so damn clueless about all this time.
“You’re mine,” he panted when we broke apart. “You belong to me as much as I belong to you.” He grazed his thumb over my swollen lips. “Say it, Jules,” he whispered, his hooded eyes searching my face as he sifted his hand into my hair, weaving his fingers around a fistful and pulling until I lifted my head.