The kiss is fire and fury. It steals the breath from my lungs, ignites something deep in my chest. Alex's hands grip my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin, squeezing my nipple, like he's afraid I'll slip through his grasp. His body is hard against mine, unrelenting, desperate.
I should push him away. I should stop this before it goes too far.
But I don't. I'm lost
Because in this moment, the world outside doesn't exist. The threats, the lies, the betrayals—all of it melts away under the heat of his touch.
His lips move against mine with purpose, claiming, demanding. My hands find his shirt, twisting in the fabric, pulling him closer. His breath is ragged, his body vibrating with restraint, but I can feel the storm beneath the surface.
Then, as suddenly as it started, he pulls back, trying to avoid my baby bump
I'm left gasping, my fingers still tangled in his shirt, my lips tingling from the force of his kiss.