I didn't stop.
I kissed her like she owed me money. Like she'd been running her mouth all night and this was the invoice coming due. My teeth caught her bottom lip and I pulled until the black lipstick smeared across both our mouths and she made that wounded animal sound again, the one that hit me somewhere below my ribs and refused to leave.
Addison kissed back harder. Of course she did. This was a woman who manifested death scythes for fun and named her knife collection. Gentle was a foreign language she'd never bothered to learn, and I respected the hell out of that commitment.
