Lorraine's POV
His mouth crashed into mine like a wave I didn't see coming, fierce and wild and unrelenting.
It wasn't gentle, there was nothing soft about the way Kieran kissed. It was raw. Unfiltered. Every emotion he'd buried, every raging thought, every time he had looked at me like he wanted to devour me but held back, it all exploded in that one moment. His lips were warm and hungry, demanding something from me I didn't fully understand, but couldn't deny.
And gods help me, I kissed him back.
My fingers clutched weakly at his shirt, holding on as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. My whole body screamed in pain from the bruises Alistair left behind, but none of it mattered, not with the way Kieran's arms wrapped around me, one hand tangling in my hair, the other resting against the small of my back like he was anchoring himself with me.
