His chest rose sharply against hers, and for a moment it felt like the world had frozen—until it shattered.
"Damn it," Nicholas muttered under his breath, his voice gravelled and tight. And then he snapped.
He surged forward like a dam finally giving way, his mouth crashing into hers with a force that stole her breath and reason in one punishing sweep. His fingers buried themselves in her hair, fisting at the nape of her neck, while the other hand grasped her jaw and tilted it just enough for him to take everything he wanted.
And he wanted everything.
His kiss wasn't gentle. It was desperate. Hungry. Fierce. There was no pretense, no build-up, just a raw unleashing of everything he had buried.
