"Kiss me," she said. "Stop being noble for five minutes and kiss me."
He did. Slow. Deep. The kind of kiss that had no agenda behind it, no conquest, no game. His hand cradled her jaw, and his mouth moved against hers with a patience that made her angry because she wanted to be consumed and he was savoring her, and the difference between those two things was everything Agnes had never been offered before.
She made a sound against his mouth. Needy. Desperate. She'd kill anyone who heard it.
"Garrett." His name came out broken. "Please."
He pulled back just enough to look at her, and the expression on his face undid her more than the heat ever could. Concern. Real, uncalculated, unstrategic concern.
Garrett Darkhowler looked at her the way people looked at things they were terrified of losing, and she was going to destroy him. She knew it with the certainty of a woman who had been destroying things her entire life.
