Allison's brow furrowed as her teeth sank into her lip, the sharp taste of blood filling her mouth. The kiss was violent, unbreakable, and raw. Despite the blood dripping from his lip, Kellan didn't pull away; instead, he squeezed harder, his touch rougher, his breathing ragged.
Then, a loud thud. Allison, seizing the moment, broke free, driving her fist into his abdomen and kicking his knee. Unprepared, Kellan fell, his mouth full of blood, as if his insides had been torn apart. A scorching heat spread through his body, leaving him panting and struggling to rise, his strength failing. Then, the cold, hard barrel of a gun pressed against his forehead.
From above, Allison stared, her eyes piercing, calculating. “You’re skilled, I’ll give you that. But that’s where it ends,” she muttered. Her shoulders ached; she wasn't in top form, but it had been ages since she'd been pushed this hard. Using the wall for support, she reached for the light switch, wanting to see his face clearly. “You picked the wrong fight…”
But as her fingers touched the wall, a burning sensation erupted. An inferno seemed to burn within her, rising from her stomach and searing her throat. The blood-tinged kiss was no ordinary kiss. She gritted her teeth, cursing herself for letting her guard down after a relatively quiet life. How had this happened?
The fire intensified. Kellan's rational thoughts blurred as he reached for the light switch with a shaking hand. Allison's body felt like it was on fire; the burning itch was unbearable, her throat as dry as a desert. In her confusion, she cursed whoever had invented the drug. If only they had realized the consequences sooner. Kellan vowed that if he ever discovered who was responsible, he would make them pay tenfold. They'd be lucky to escape with their lives.
Sensing his disorientation, Kellan summoned his remaining strength. He lunged, wrapping his hands around her neck and pinning her against the table. He unsheathed a small dagger, its cold edge pressed against her side. Allison's gun remained pressed against her chest. Their gazes met in the darkness; no words were exchanged, but both knew they were on a knife's edge. One wrong move, and it would be over. The tension crackled, charged with unspoken danger and something darker.
As the drug's effects intensified, only their labored breathing broke the heavy silence, charged with undeniable electric energy. Allison’s gaze flickered, meeting Kellan’s burning eyes. Without a word, they leaned in, their lips meeting briefly before a fierce, intense kiss ensued. Their fiery breaths intertwined in the darkness. The kiss, wild and bloody, was not just passion; it was a battle, a fierce entanglement blurring the boundaries between pleasure and pain.