Zade's Pov

Kiera shoved me back until my spine hit the wall, her hands already clawing at my shirt, ripping buttons, dragging nails across my skin like she wanted to leave marks. I didn’t stop her. I didn’t want to be gentle. I wanted this, her fury, her hunger, her need to claim me as much as I claimed her. Sex with Kiera did things to me. She understood my needs.

“Prove it,” she whispered again against my lips, biting down hard.

I growled and flipped her, slamming her back ...