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before he suddenly lets go and retreats a full step. “Damn it. Touching you

was a bad idea.”
“The worst,” I agree, but my tongue skims my lower lip.

He groans and my core melts at the sound. “Kissing you would be a

cataclysmic mistake.”
“Calamitous.” What would it take to hear that groan again?

The inches between us feel like kindling, ready to burn at the first

suggestion of heat, and I’m a living, breathing flame. This is everything I
should run from, and yet denying the primal attraction I feel is completely,

utterly impossible.

“We’ll both regret it.” He shakes his head, but there’s more than hunger
in his eyes as he stares at my lips.

“Naturally,” I whisper. But knowing I’ll regret it doesn’t stop me from
wanting it—wanting him. Regretting is a problem for future Violet.

“Fuck it.”

One second he’s out of reach and the next his mouth is on mine, hot and
insistent.

Gods, yes. This is exactly what I need.
I’m trapped between the immovable stone of the wall and the hard lines

of Xaden’s body, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. The thought should

sober me, but all I do is lean in for more.
He tunnels a hand through my hair, cradling the back of my head, angling

me for a deeper kiss, and my lips part eagerly. He takes the invitation,

sliding his tongue along mine with expert, teasing strokes that have me
clutching at his chest, fisting the material of his shirt to pull him closer as

desire dances up and down my spine.

He tastes like churam and mint, like everything I’m not supposed to want
and yet can’t help needing, and I kiss him back with everything I have,

sucking on his lower lip and scraping my teeth over him.
“Violence,” he moans, and the sound of the nickname on his lips makes