Primal Command

POV: KAT

The moment he lunges, his lips crash against mine. There is no hesitation, no gentle prelude, only a bruised, raw ferocity that immediately knocks the breath from my burning lungs. His hungry tongue invades my mouth without asking for permission, tasting of expensive scotch, dark coffee, and pure, unadulterated rage. Huge, firm hands clamp down on my waist. His long fingers dig into my f