“Theo…” she began, but the word died on her lips.
His face was partially obscured by shadows, the golden light from the window casting an almost feral glow around his frame. His breathing was uneven, labored, and Savannah couldn’t tell if it was anger or something else entirely.
She took a step back, but his grasp didn’t relent. Before she could utter another word, his hands captured her face with breathtaking swiftness, and he kissed her.
The kiss was unrelenting, searing in its intensity. It wasn’t practiced or calculated—it was raw, desperate, and all-consuming. Theo kissed her like a man who had been starving for days and had finally been given sustenance. Savannah froze for a moment, her body caught off guard by the sheer force of his passion, but then she surrendered.
Her lips moved a……
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