Agent 003

"Consumed"

Smut warning

Anastasia's POV

The moment our lips met, it was chaos—hot and overwhelming.

Her hands cupped my face, pulling me closer like she was afraid I'd disappear if she let go.

And maybe I should've pulled away, should've pushed her off and slammed the door between us again.

But I didn't.

Instead, I grabbed her coat, pulling her even closer.

My walls, my resolve, my anger—they all crumbled under her touch.

"Valentina," I breathed against her lips, my voice trembling with equal parts anger and need. "This doesn't change anything."

"It changes everything," she whispered back, her lips moving against mine with a fierce desperation.

The kiss deepened, her dominance suffocating yet intoxicating.

I hated it. I loved it.

Her hands gripped my waist, pulling me impossibly closer, her touch firm yet desperate, like she couldn't get enough.

My back hit the wall with a sharp thud, the air leaving my lungs in a gasp as her lips broke away from mine, only to trail down my neck.

"Valentina—" I started, but her name left my mouth in a breathless whisper making it sound like a moan.

"Tell me to stop," she murmured against my neck, her voice low and dangerous, but there was a tremble to it—a vulnerability she tried to mask.

I couldn't say the words. My body betrayed me.

Leaning into her touch, my fingers threading through her hair as I pulled her closer. Her scent, her warmth, the way she moved against me—it was all-consuming.

"Damn it, Valentina," I hissed, my voice a mix of frustration and surrender.

She smirked against my neck, her hands sliding lower, her touch igniting sparks that burned through every fiber of my being.

"You drive me crazy," she muttered, her voice raw and filled with emotion. "Do you know that, Anastasia? You make me insane."

"And you think this is normal?" I shot back, my breath hitching as her lips brushed over my collarbone.

"No," she admitted, her tone softening, her movements slowing as if the weight of her own confession was too much to bear. Her forehead pressed against mine, her light eyes searching mine. "But it's the truth."

For a moment, the fire between us dimmed, replaced by something heavier, something deeper.

Her hands cupped my face, her touch extremely gentle as she whispered, "You're all I've ever wanted, Anastasia. Even when I tried to let go, I couldn't."

Her words struck something in me, something I didn't want to acknowledge. But I couldn't deny the way my heart clenched at the sound of her voice, the way her vulnerability seeped through the cracks in her armor.

I hated her. I wanted her.

And in that moment, I was hers. Even if I would never admit it to her.

My lips crashed against hers again, silencing the storm of emotions swirling between us. This time, it wasn't a battle—it was surrender.

A reckless, all-consuming surrender.

Her hands gripped my thighs, lifting me effortlessly as she pressed me harder against the wall. My fingers dug into her shoulders, my breath hitching as her lips claimed mine with a desperation that mirrored my own.