Selene felt like she was drowning.
Not in fear. Not in doubt.
But in him.
Jack's presence consumed her, wrapped around her like a force she couldn't—didn't want to—escape. His body pressed against hers, every inch of his strength, his warmth, his undeniable dominance making her pulse pound in her ears.
He kissed her like he had all the time in the world, enjoying every second of her unraveling. And she was unraveling. Completely.
Her hands clung to him, fisting the fabric of his shirt as if she could pull him closer, deeper, more.
His touch was slow and deliberate, teasing and exploring, tracing every dip and curve as he memorized her. He didn't rush, didn't demand—he simply took his time breaking down every defense she had left.
Selene had never felt like this before.
She had fought battles. She had slain monsters. She had faced death more times than she could count.
But Jack?
Jack made her feel like she was completely at his mercy.
And she loved it.
