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Every brush, every press, every teasing swipe of his tongue sends sparks skittering across my skin, igniting something buried deep inside me.
It’s dark and consuming, unravelling me piece by piece.
I should want to resist because we shouldn’t be kissing or crossing this line, but I can’t. I can’t do any of it. Not when I’m burning like this.
The taste of him floods my senses with something smoky and addictive, making me crave him.
My traitorous, trembling hands slide up from his chest, feeling over the muscles I previously admired.
His other hand curls around my waist, pulling me flush against him, and I can feel every inch of his hard body shrouded in heat and raw intent.
The kiss turns hungry, and he kisses me like he owns me, like I’m something he’s been starving for, and he’s finally allowed himself to taste.
And, God, I kiss him back. Because I want him, I need him, and I’ve been starving for him for years.
I meet his intensity, matching his hunger with my own. A deep groan rumbles low in his throat. The sound reverberates through me and makes me forget how forbidden we are to each other.
Then he pulls back, and it’s like a shock to my system. I don’t want him to be done.
I realize he’s not when he places a finger to my lips and the rest of his fingers splay over my neck.
I’m already burning up from the kiss, but that mere touch has me paralyzed in mind and body.
Dmitri keeps a finger on my mouth, lingering there, his eyes drifting over my face then resting on my lips again.
“Soon,” he mutters the word on the edge of a breath. “We’ll talk soon.”
“Mackenzie.” The sound of my name being called pulls me from the daze.
Dmitri glances over my shoulder and steps back, his hand falling to his side.
My name is called again, and I realize it's my mother.
Oh God.
If she catches me out here with him, I won’t hear the end of it. Yet my heart is desperate to hold on to this moment.
Demetri steps back further as footsteps sound in the dressing room, coming closer.
“Soon,” he mutters, then he turns and walks away, leaving me more shattered than I was before.
Shattered and still wanting him.
Wanting more of what I shouldn’t have.
Chapter Six
Dmitri
The grand iron gates of Raventhorn University open with a creak, allowing me to ride through on my motorcycle.
The loud rumble of the engine disrupts the peaceful stillness of the night, announcing that I’m back. That I’ve arrived
I can just imagine the caretaker shaking his head at me like he usually does, so I rev the engine louder and continue down the long, winding driveway like I own the place.
Ahead, the colossal statues of the original twelve Raventhorn Knights flank the driveway, their solemn faces illuminated by low, flickering lanterns. Each figure looms in frozen vigil, carved with such precision it feels as though their eyes follow me.
Those Knights were warriors from the Viking age. They built the organization to be unlike any other and based it on old Viking principles and philosophies that would make them as legendary as tales of old.