EMBER’S POV

The kiss is desperate, consuming, nothing like the gentle comfort from before. This is need. This is hunger.

This is two people who almost lost each other trying to prove that they’re still breathing.

I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock and fuck — he’s bigger than usual.

Thick and hard and so swollen the veins are bulging under my fingers, the tip flushed and angry and dripping precum down my knuckles.

The sound he makes against my mouth is filthy — a tormented sound between a growl and a groan that vibrates through my whole body — and his hips jerk forward, shoving...