Selene's breath hitched as Kieran's fingers tightened around her wrist, his presence consuming every inch of space between them.
She knew she should step away.
Knew that if she let this go any further, there would be no undoing it.
But she didn't move.
Couldn't move.
Because even as her mind screamed at her to walk away, her body was already betraying her.
"You're playing with fire," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Kieran's lips curved into a slow, knowing smirk. "Then burn with me."
Before she could respond, his grip shifted, sliding up her arm, his touch firm and possessive.
Selene's pulse pounded in her throat as she stared up at him. "This is a mistake."
Kieran tilted his head, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "Then why aren't you stopping me?"
She clenched her jaw, refusing to answer.
Because the truth was, she didn't want to stop him.
And Kieran could see it.
He could feel it.
His fingers trailed up to her jaw, tilting her chin so she couldn't look away. "You're mine, Selene," he murmured, his voice rough, edged with something dangerously close to obsession. "You've always been mine."
A shiver ran down her spine. "You don't own me."
Kieran's smirk deepened, his thumb brushing over her lower lip. "Don't I?"
Selene's breath caught, her body betraying her as she leaned into him.
And that was all Kieran needed.
With a low growl, he closed the remaining distance between them, claiming her lips in a kiss that shattered every last defense she had left.
Selene should have fought.
Should have pulled away.
But instead, she let him consume her.
Because the truth was, there was no turning back.
Not now.
Not ever.