“Jax, we should get up,” I whispered. I just knew. He gave me that calculating look and then mumbled, “Fuck it.” I. Just. Knew. His lips crashed down onto mine. As I gasped, he shot his tongue in my mouth, reclaiming it as his like he’d never lost the title. He staked his flag on the territory and not even I could fight the war and win. We weren’t equal opponents here. It was predator meets prey. I couldn’t survive because he’d already ripped me open.
