Sein stared at him for a long moment, her green eyes burning with something raw and unresolved. Then she shook her head sharply.
"I don't need an answer," she said, her voice low and rough. "Not right now."
Without waiting, her hands moved to Andrey's shirt. She grabbed the collar and yanked it open, buttons popping off as she tore it down his chest. Her fingers were impatient, almost aggressive, as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his bare torso.
Andrey's breath hitched. "Sein—"
"Shut up," she cut him off, her voice trembling slightly. She quickly stripped off what remained of her clothes along with her black underwear, tossing them aside without care. Her naked body was fully exposed, athletic curves, firm breasts, and the faint bruises from the earlier battle still visible on her skin.
She pressed her bare body against his, her breasts brushing against his chest as she kissed him again — hard, desperate, almost angry.
