Burning Embers: Scorching Tales of Desire
“Every time someone else even looks at you, I feel it. I feel the need to remind them. To remind everyone you’re mine. That I decide who survives… and who doesn’t when it comes to you.”
My hands pressed against his chest, trying to ground myself, but his heat, his need, pressed into me like a storm. His lips found mine again, deep, consuming, and I let myself fall into it, because resisting him was impossible, not now, not ever.
The battlefield faded into smoke and debris; there was only him, only us, the tether between us tighter than ever.
Even as he claimed me, as his possessiveness rolled over me like fire, I felt it, the desperate, fierce, protective obsession that made him terrifying a
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