The moment they stepped through the doors of the mansion, the air between them thickened. Silence pulsed like a drumbeat. Adam didn't wait.
He turned to Sofia, eyes dark and dangerous, and in a single stride, pinned her softly—yet firmly—against the wall near the grand staircase.
Her gasp was quiet, stolen from her lips just before his mouth crashed into hers.
There was no warning. No hesitation. Just heat.
His hands braced the wall on either side of her face, caging her in as his kiss deepened—hungry, claiming, desperate. It was like he'd held himself back for far too long and now that he had her close again, restraint was the last thing on his mind.
Sofia kissed him back just as fiercely. Her fingers curled in his shirt, pulling him closer as if she could anchor herself to the storm inside him.
"Adam," she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with everything she wasn't ready to say.
