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When I broke the kiss for air she didn't let me go far.
Her forehead pressed to mine, lips ghosting mine as she whispered,
"There it is — the Selene I know. The one who bites."
A laugh, soft and satisfied. "The one who thinks she can overpower me."
I smirked. "Thinks?"
She kissed me again: brief, fierce. The Quantum crystal at my throat thrummed, a low animal sound against my chest. "You're shaking," she murmured.
"That's the crystal," I said.
"Mm-hm." Her lips brushed my jaw. "Of course it is."
I grabbed her waist and, in one sharp reversal, pinned her against the wall. Her back hit the plaster; she gasped, surprised. Sweet victory — until her hand slid up my thigh, slow and deliberate, and my breath faltered. Her smile broke open, triumphant.
"See?" she whispered. "You're the one shaking."
Heat flared, a chemical storm: anger, desire, frustration. Helena catalyzed it all. I kissed her again, hard enough to make her chuckle into my mouth.
