Taking Control

Before Elias could finish his sentence, Callie’s lips crashed against his, a hungry kiss that ignited a tempestuous storm within them. It was a storm of urgency, a dance of passion that left no room for doubt. Callie’s hands roamed over his chest, her touch searing through his uniform like a brand. Elias’s restraint snapped like a taut wire stretched to its limit. He responded with a fervour that matched hers, his fingers tangling in her hair, his body pressed against hers in a possessive embrace. Their kisses were a clash of desires, a battle of wills that left no room for surrender. Callie’s soft moans were a siren’s song, a melody that stirred the very core of Elias’s being. Her fingers worked deftly, undoing the buttons of his uniform with a determination that sent a surge of electricity straight to his groin. He groaned against her lips, his control slipping like sand through his fingers. But just as he was about to take over, to claim her with a primal need that threatened to con