#CHAPTER 8: Sordid

Iris The kiss is warm, familiar, and entirely consuming. And for a brief, fleeting moment, I nearly fall into the abyss of it all—the way his lips mold so perfectly to mine, the press of his hands against my waist in the spots where they once fit like puzzle pieces, the rough thrust of his tongue onto my mouth. He knows my body better than anyone else. Better than me, even. He can play me like a fiddle, plucking the strings in all the right places to get the perfect melody out of me. Arthur’s hands skim across my sides, finding all the spots that used to set me on fire. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing it damn well. And for this split second, I let it happen. The memories of what we once shared threaten to drown me. We are fated mates, after all, bound by something primal and unyielding. Once upon a time, we were lovers who dreamed of forever, who whispered of a future filled with love. But that was before. Before his betrayal. Before the walls I’ve sinc