Maddie’s povThe kiss was a violent, beautiful collision. It tasted of smoke and the cold night air, a desperate hunger that I knew as well as my own heartbeat. My hands flew up, tangling in the thick hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until there wasn’t a single atom of air left between us.I pulled back just an inch, my breath hitching as I finally saw his eyes. "Rook," I whispered, my voice trembling."I couldn't wait, Maddie," he growled, his voice a low, predatory rumble that vibrated against my lips. "To hell with the Council. To hell with their trials.""I wasn't going to let them," I said, my chest heaving. "I told them no.""I heard you." He gripped my waist, his fingers digging into my skin. "But I needed to feel you. I needed to know you were still mine."He didn't wait for another word. He reclaimed my mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to explore me with a feral intensity. I flowed with him, my body melting into his heat. Rook’s hands wandered, tracing the cu
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