Page 15 of Zayrik (The Protectorate Warriors Alien Fated Mates #6)

I DIDN’T THINK.

Didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t talk myself out of it.

For once, I let instinct win over survival.

I just moved.

My hands fisted in his jacket, the material rough against my palms, yanking him down to me... Crashing my mouth against his like I was drowning and he was oxygen. Like every wall I’d built was crumbling, and I didn’t care anymore.

He caught me.

Like he knew it was coming.

Like he’d been waiting for exactly this moment.

One hand slid into my hair, fingers threading through the strands, tilting my head, deepening the kiss—

Stealing breath.

Ruining me.

Making me forget why I ever thought walking away was the answer.

His other hand gripped my waist, pulling me hard against him. The heat of his palm burned through my clothes, marking me.

No space. No escape.

And for the first time in my life...

I didn’t want one.