Elara shoved Astrid into the office wall, the sharp clank of metal against her back making Astrid gasp. Her chest heaved, but her eyes never left Elara's.
"You're reckless," Astrid muttered, voice a mix of defiance and something else, something darker.
Elara's lips twitched in a smirk. "You don't hate it."
Astrid didn't answer-she didn't need to. She could feel Elara's body pressed against hers, the heat between them unbearable. The tension was thick, crawling under their skin like static, making it impossible to look away.
Before Astrid could react, Elara's mouth crashed into hers-brutal, desperate. It wasn't gentle, and it wasn't supposed to be. The kiss was jagged, hungry, like they were both trying to prove something. Elara's hands gripped Astrid's hips, pulling her impossibly closer, until Astrid could feel the heat radiating off her in waves.
Astrid's fingers curled into Elara's shirt, tugging her down, pulling her closer, needing more-more pressure, more closeness, more of the chaos they both knew was inevitable. Their teeth clashed, breaths mixing, wild and uneven.
Elara's hands slid lower, and Astrid sucked in a breath as Elara's fingers traced the line of her waist, pulling her flush against her. The kiss deepened, slow but no less fierce. They were tangled in each other, caught in a push and pull that made everything else disappear.
When Elara pulled back, Astrid was left breathless, her lips swollen, her chest rising and falling with the effort to regain control.
"You think I'm just a game?" Elara's voice was low, barely a whisper, but it held a challenge.
Astrid's eyes darkened, something raw and dangerous flickering in them. "No," she breathed, her fingers trembling as she cupped Elara's face. "I think you're the one who doesn't know what you're getting into."
Elara smirked, their noses brushing as she leaned in again, their lips brushing in a brief, teasing kiss. "Then let's see who breaks first"
Todos los derechos reservados