Leo's POV
The apartment door slammed shut behind us. Kieran didn't say a word.
Neither did I.
His eyes met mine—and in them was everything: fury, fear… want.
I barely had time to breathe before he closed the space between us. His hands gripped my face, pulling me into a kiss that wasn't soft or gentle—just desperate.
He needed to feel alive.
And I needed to feel him.
Clothes hit the floor in a blur—his jacket, my shirt, the space between us unraveling.
When his hands slid down my back, firm and trembling, I gasped into his mouth.
"Kieran—"
"Tell me to stop," he whispered, voice rough against my throat.
I tangled my fingers in his hair. "Don't you dare."
We crashed against the wall. His lips found the curve of my neck, teeth grazing, tongue tracing fire.
Every time he touched me, it felt like lightning.
Every sound from his mouth—every exhale, every low growl when I touched him back—made my knees weak.
We weren't just kissing.
We were burning.
His shirt was halfway off when I shoved him backward toward the couch. He let himself fall, pulling me down on top of him.
"You're shaking," he murmured, hands framing my jaw.
"You scare the hell out of me," I breathed. "Because I've never wanted someone like this."
Kieran swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling beneath me. "Then don't let go."
I didn't.
I kissed him deeper, slower, until the wildness turned into something just as intense—just as consuming.
Love.
Not the soft kind.
The kind that ruins you for anyone else.
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Later, tangled in each other's limbs, our skin still warm and breaths shallow, he whispered, "If anything ever happens to me…"
I stopped him with a kiss.
"Don't," I said. "You're not going anywhere. Not without me."
He smiled. Just barely.
Then held me tighter.
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Meanwhile, Rael watched from a dark room as security footage played—grainy but clear.
He watched Kieran kiss Leo like the world was ending.
"Soon," he said coldly. "It will."