Before she could say another word, he moved in. His arms wrapped around her with urgency, his lips crashing onto hers in a kiss that was raw, hungry, possessive. He stepped inside, shutting the door with a swift kick, and lifted her into his arms. Instinctively, Celina wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands gripping his broad shoulders. Thor carried her until her back met the nearest wall, never breaking the kiss. It was desire tangled with rage, longing, and something heavier—something n