Page 121 of Marked By His Hunger

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Dangerous.

I inhaled sharply.

The space between us vanished.

Or maybe I crossed it.

I didn’t know.

Didn’t care.

All I knew was—if he didn’t kiss me now, like right freaking now—I might actually shatter.

The need built, cresting, unbearable, like standing in the center of a storm that refused to break.

And then—his lips brushed mine.

Soft.

Careful.

Like he was testing something sacred.

“Raven—” I breathed against his mouth, the word dissolving into a sound that wasn’t quite human anymore.

Because the moment he touched me?

The energy surged.

And I knew—this wasn’t just a kiss.

This was something awakening.

Something binding.

Something neither of us would ever be able to walk away from.

That first touch was soft.

Testing.

But the restraint snapped instantly.

“Unnasta,” he growled, and then his mouth claimed mine fully.

Holy.

Fuck.

I had been kissed before.

I’d had dates, even boyfriends. I had done things.

I mean, I wasn’t innocent.

But nothing—nothing—had prepared me for this.

Raven didn’t kiss me like any of the boys or the men I’d known back home.

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