The dim moonlight seeped through the curtains, casting silver streaks over their bodies. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, with the weight of their twisted love.
H/Nâs fingers traced slow circles on her bare shoulder, his touch featherlight yet commanding, as if savoring every inch of her.
"You never answered me," he murmured, lips grazing her jaw. "Are you thinking about turning me in?"
Y/N let out a breathless chuckle, tilting her head to give him better access to her throat. "If I wanted to, youâd already be behind bars."
His teeth scraped against her pulse, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You like playing with fire, donât you?" His voice was dark, laced with something more dangerous than lustâpossession.
She smirked, reaching up to grip the back of his neck, forcing his lips back to hers in a slow, deep kiss. "I like playing with you."
That was all it took for his control to snap.
His hands roamed her body with purpose, fingers tracing the curve of her spine before gripping her waist, pulling her flush against him. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his heat, his strength pressing into her.
"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough against her lips. "Say you want this."
Her fingers dug into his skin, nails leaving faint red trails down his back. "You already know the answer."
But that wasnât enough for him.
H/N spun her around, pressing her back against the cool glass of the window. The contrast between the cold surface and the fire in his touch made her whimper.
"Say it," he growled, pinning her hands above her head.
Her heart pounded, her body aching for him in ways she didnât want to admit. This manâthis killerâowned her in ways she never thought possible.
"I want you," she finally whispered, her voice barely above a breath.
His eyes darkened, a victorious smirk curving his lips. "Good girl."
Then he kissed her again, slow and deep, drawing out every ounce of desire between them. He wasnât just takingâhe was devouring her, piece by piece, claiming her in a way no man ever had.
Their bodies moved together, tangled in passion, wrapped in the intoxicating mix of love and obsession.
She should have been afraid.
She should have stopped this.
But she never wanted to be saved.
Not from him.
Never from him.
As the night stretched on, and their moans filled the silence, Y/N realized something she had always known deep downâ
She wasnât just in love with him.
She was completely, hopelessly addicted.
And the scariest part?
So was he.