A Dance with Danger

Chapter Fifty-Four

Tiberius POV 

I broke every single traffic law imaginable, pushing my car to its limits just to get us home faster. Forty minutes felt like an eternity when I had Estelle beside me, her scent invading my senses, her presence making my pulse hammer against my ribs. The second I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, I barely had time to take my seatbelt off before she moved. 

Estelle launched herself onto my lap, straddling me, her hands burying themselves in my hair as her lips crashed against mine. A growl rumbled from deep in my chest, my hands instinctively gripping her waist, pulling her closer. The heat of her body pressed against mine sent a sharp thrill racing through me. 

Our mouths moved in a desperate, feverish rhythm, her lips parting just enough for my tongue to slide in, tasting her. She tasted like honey and fire, sweet yet utterly intoxicating, and I couldn’t get enough. My fingers pressed into the curve of her hips, grounding myself as she deepened the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine in a battle for dominance neither of us was willing to lose. 

Her nails scraped against my scalp, sending shivers down my spine, and I groaned into her mouth, my grip on her tightening. Estelle wasn’t soft. She wasn’t hesitant. She kissed me like she owned me, like she had every right to take what she wanted, and it drove me insane. 

I needed more. 

I shifted beneath her, gripping her thighs as I lifted her just enough to stand, never breaking the kiss. She gasped into my mouth as I carried her inside, barely aware of anything but the warmth of her body and the way she clung to me. The door slammed behind us, and the moment I pressed her against it, her legs tightened around my waist. 

“God,” she breathed, breaking the kiss for just a second before pulling me back in, her lips trailing down my jaw, nipping at my neck. My head tilted instinctively, giving her more access as a growl vibrated in my throat. 

“You’re going to kill me,” I muttered, my voice rough as my hands slid beneath the hem of her shirt, my fingers mapping the soft skin of her waist. 

She pulled back just enough to smirk at me, her eyes dark with something dangerously addictive. “Then die happy.” 

A low, raspy chuckle escaped me, but any retort I had vanished the moment she rocked her hips against mine. A curse slipped from my lips, my forehead dropping against hers as I fought for control. Estelle didn’t play fair. She never had. 

I took a shuddering breath, trying to rein myself in, but she didn’t give me a chance. Her lips found mine again, more demanding this time, her fingers slipping beneath the collar of my shirt to drag over my shoulders. She pushed it off, nails raking down my chest, and I hissed at the sensation. 

I was losing my mind. 

“Bedroom,” I managed to grit out, barely able to form words when all I wanted to do was drown in her. 

She didn’t argue. She simply tightened her legs around me, letting me carry her through the dimly lit hall until we reached my room. The moment I set her down, she pushed me back onto the bed, following me down before I could think. 

The air between us crackled with something electric, something raw. I couldn’t tell if it was love, lust, or something far more dangerous, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I wanted her. 

And from the way she kissed me, the way she pressed against me like she couldn’t bear to be apart, she wanted me too. 

I was completely and utterly ruined for her.

The second her back hit the mattress, she pulled me down with her, her fingers gripping my shirt as if she had no intention of letting me go. My arms caged her in, the scent of her surrounding me, making it impossible to think about anything but the heat between us. 

Estelle looked up at me, her lips kiss-swollen, her dark eyes gleaming with challenge. I knew that look—it was the same one she gave me when she was about to do something reckless, something that would drive me to the edge of madness. 

I barely had time to brace myself before she tugged me down by the collar, crushing our mouths together in another searing kiss. 

Fuck. 

I groaned into her mouth, my hands gripping the sheets beside her head as I fought against the urge to lose myself completely. She wasn’t helping—her fingers slipped beneath the hem of my shirt, nails dragging over the hard planes of my stomach, and my muscles tensed under her touch. 

“Estelle,” I warned, my voice coming out rough, strained. 

“What?” she whispered against my lips, her hands sliding higher, mapping every inch of bare skin she could reach. “You started this.” 

I laughed, low and dark, before catching her wrists and pinning them above her head in one swift move. A small gasp left her lips, her breath coming faster, and my smirk deepened as I dipped my head to her neck. 

“You’re right,” I murmured against her skin, pressing an open-mouthed kiss just beneath her jaw. “I did start this.” 

She shivered beneath me, her body arching slightly as I trailed my lips down the curve of her throat, savoring the way she trembled under my touch. 

My grip on her wrists tightened slightly as she squirmed, testing my hold. I could feel the thrum of her pulse against my lips, fast and erratic, and it sent a thrill through me. 

“You’re not playing fair,” she whispered, her voice breathless, teasing. 

“Neither are you.” I lifted my head, locking eyes with her. “You kiss me like you want to break me.” 

Her lips curled into a smirk. “Maybe I do.” 

Fuck. 

Something inside me snapped. 

I released her wrists, and the second I did, her hands were in my hair again, pulling me back to her, her lips crashing against mine with a force that stole my breath. 

I gave in, pressing my body fully against hers, letting her feel exactly what she did to me. She made a sound—a soft, desperate noise that sent fire licking through my veins—and it took every ounce of control I had not to let go completely. 

Her hands roamed my back, nails scratching lightly as she kissed me harder, deeper, like she couldn’t get enough. Like she needed me just as badly as I needed her. 

And fuck, I needed her. 

I trailed my hands down her sides, feeling every curve, memorizing the way her body fit against mine. She was so damn perfect, and it drove me insane knowing she was mine, knowing she wanted this as much as I did. 

I pulled back just enough to look at her, to take in the way her chest rose and fell, the way her lips parted slightly, the way her eyes burned into mine like she saw right through me. 

“This is dangerous,” I murmured, my thumb brushing over her cheek. 

Estelle’s lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. “Then why do you look like you don’t care?” 

Because I didn’t. 

Because whatever this was between us, whatever wildfire had ignited the second she climbed onto my lap in the car, there was no stopping it now. 

And I didn’t want to. 

I crashed my lips back onto hers, swallowing her gasp as I lost myself in her all over again.