For a moment—an impossible one, one that should've never existed—I felt myself slipping into that kiss.

It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic.

It was invasive.

It was like my body had forgotten who it belonged to, like my will had been scrambled from the inside out, betraying me.

His tongue pushed into my mouth with a confidence that made my blood run cold. His lips claimed mine with demand, with that dangerous certainty of a man used to owning everything.

Like I already belonged to him…