~Serena~

My back hits the wall. The deteriorating wooden planks groaned under our combined weight. Declan wound his hands around my neck, his thumb swiping over my lips, his eyes following his thumb.

“You… don’t tease me like that,” his voice was a low growl. “I’ve been trying so damn hard to control myself.”

I held onto his arms, eyelashes fluttering as I met his gaze. “Control? That’s overrated, don’t you think?”

He groaned as if the last shred of his control snapped. He ...