alone for so long. Lonely. We can fix this. Please. We can get
lost in each other.
“I’m not going to,” Coralyn protested, an edge to her voice.
But her feet moved. She was shaking her head, but then she
was tumbling against Giana, a force that nearly knocked her
over.
Her arms twined around her neck, pulling her face down,
and Giana let herself fall like a deluge of rain. She turned her
face up to the clouds, to the storm raging around them, raging
inside of her, and she claimed Coralyn’s sensual lips in a kiss
that was promise and punishment and pure, revitalizing heat.
Chapter 8
Coralyn
What was wrong with her that she couldn’t walk away?
She didn’t even have to tell the truth. She just needed to be
firm and leave. Why couldn’t she do that? It should be simple.
Easy to do. Easy to break off and walk away from. But it
wasn’t.
She should stop Giana from kissing her, but she couldn’t.
She was falling, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop. She
was the one who had put all of this in motion.
She was backed up roughly, towards the wall. It was a shock
when Giana pinned her there, using her hips, not her arms or
hands. She kept those locked around Coralyn’s waist as she
punished her mouth, a kiss like nothing Coralyn had ever
experienced before.
Maybe this was why she couldn’t say no. Why she couldn’t
turn around and disappear. Why she’d kept coming back here.
She’d used the necklace as her excuse, used her rage and
sorrow. But there was a truth that she couldn’t deny. That had