His mouth crashed into mine. There was no hesitation, no softness. Darius kissed like he ruled — demanding, scorching, a brand that erased every cold word that Kade had spoken.His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head exactly where he wanted, and a sound I didn’t recognize tore from my throat. It wasn’t pain, It was relief. For three heartbeats, the world narrowed to heat and silver and the terrifying safety of his arms. His tongue traced my bottom lip, asking, not taking, and Goddess help me, I opened for him. He tasted like winter storms and power. Like coming home to a place I’d never been. The curse. The stories said any woman he kissed would be dead by sunrise. I should have been terrified. Instead, my hands fisted in the black tactical fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. If I died at dawn, at least I’d die knowing what it felt like to be *wanted*. Darius growled, the sound vibrating from his chest into mine. His other hand spanned my waist, fingers splaying
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