Kieran's voice was a low, dangerous growl as he looked at Lana, his gaze unwavering. The kiss they shared earlier was far from a mistake, but he couldn't help but feel unsettled. There was something about her that kept him on edge. Something about the way she hesitated when she mentioned Derek. That name—Derek—was like a thorn digging deeper into his thoughts, and he couldn't shake it.
"Who the hell is Derek?" Kieran demanded, stepping closer to her, his body pressing her back against the cold wall of his office. His breath was heavy, and his hands instinctively reached for her, wanting to keep her close, wanting to feel her beneath him.
Lana stilled, her chest rising and falling sharply as she glanced at him, her face unreadable. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.
"Tell me, Lana," Kieran urged, his voice edged with frustration. He wasn't going to let this go. His hands slid from her arms to her waist, pulling her to him, feeling the warmth of her body against his. "I need to know. Who is he? Why did you react like that when you said his name?"
Lana's heart was racing. She knew she should tell him the truth, but the way Kieran was looking at her now, the raw hunger in his eyes—it was making her pulse quicken. He wasn't just asking anymore. He was demanding.
"I... I don't—" Her voice cracked, but before she could finish, Kieran's lips found hers again, silencing her with a kiss so intense it stole the breath from her lungs.
His mouth was hard and demanding, and Lana couldn't fight the shiver that ran down her spine as his hands roved lower, gripping her hips possessively. His fingers dug into her skin, and she felt the unmistakable heat of desire building between them.
The kiss was far from gentle. It was fierce. Hungry. She could feel his body pressing against hers, the hardness of him unmistakable through the thin fabric of their clothes. And she responded in kind, her hands moving to his chest, desperately pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him.
Kieran's hands slid up to her breasts, his fingers brushing against the soft curves as he caressed them through the fabric of her blouse. Lana gasped against his lips, the sensation making her pulse race even faster.
"Fuck, you feel so damn good," Kieran muttered between kisses, his lips moving down her neck as he trailed a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses against her skin. His hands were no longer patient; they were demanding, urgent as they unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the delicate lace of her bra.
Lana's breath caught in her throat as he pulled her closer, pressing his hard body into hers. She could feel his desire, thick and undeniable, against her. Her hands moved to his back, desperate to pull him in even closer.
"You want me, don't you?" Kieran growled, his lips trailing down her chest, his breath hot against her skin. Lana's body trembled in response, and she couldn't deny it anymore. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want you."
The words hit Kieran like a jolt of electricity. His mouth found hers again in a bruising kiss, his hands sliding beneath her skirt, his fingers curling against her soft skin. His touch was demanding, hungry, and Lana couldn't fight it. She didn't want to. Not anymore.
She moaned into his mouth as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The hard edge of his erection pressed against her, and the feeling sent a wave of heat rushing through her.
"Tell me you want this, Lana," Kieran demanded, his breath harsh as he carried her to his desk, sitting her on the edge with a force that made her gasp. "Tell me you want me to make you feel how much I fucking need you."
Lana's eyes locked onto his, and for the first time, she didn't try to hold back. The tension that had been building between them since the first kiss was finally unleashed, and she pulled him in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was desperate, raw, and completely unrestrained.
"I want you," she breathed, her hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin against hers.
That was all Kieran needed. With a ferocity that took her breath away, he ripped off his shirt, throwing it aside before pulling her body into his with a hunger that made her ache. His lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and she gasped, her fingers digging into his back.
The intensity between them was overwhelming. He was a force of nature, pulling her into a whirlwind of passion that left her gasping for air. Lana's mind was spinning as Kieran's hands roamed over her body, his touch as scorching as the fire that burned between them.
His lips moved lower, his breath hot against her chest as he unhooked her bra with a practiced ease. Lana's body trembled with anticipation, every nerve on edge as he exposed her breasts to him. He paused for a moment, his eyes drinking her in, and she couldn't help but shiver under the intensity of his gaze.
"You're fucking perfect," Kieran muttered, his voice thick with desire, before his mouth descended on her nipple, sucking hard, causing her to arch into him, a soft moan escaping her lips.
Lana's hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth worked its magic. Every touch, every movement sent jolts of pleasure through her body, and she couldn't hold back the sounds of desire that escaped her.
"Kieran," she gasped, her fingers trembling as they traced down his chest, finding the waistband of his pants. "Please... I need you."
Without another word, Kieran stood, undressing himself in one fluid motion, his eyes never leaving hers. Lana watched, her breath hitching in her throat as he revealed his hard, aching desire. There was no hesitation. No more games. This was it. They were finally crossing that line.
He stepped forward, his hands pulling her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself between them. Their eyes locked once more, and in that moment, Kieran knew—there was no turning back now.
With a single, powerful thrust, he entered her, and Lana cried out, her body trembling as he filled her completely. The room was alive with the sound of their passion, the heat between them unbearable. Kieran moved with raw, urgent intensity, his body pushing into hers with relentless force, each thrust deeper than the last.
Lana's hands clutched at his shoulders, pulling him closer as she met each of his movements with her own. She could feel the fire building inside of her, the pleasure overwhelming as Kieran's name spilled from her lips over and over again.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Kieran groaned, his voice rough and filled with need as he drove into her faster, harder. "You're mine, Lana. All mine."
Lana's head fell back in ecstasy as the pleasure reached its peak, her body quaking under him. She could barely think, her whole world consumed by the fire he had ignited inside of her. With one final thrust, her body exploded in a wave of pleasure, and she cried out his name as everything around her shattered.
Kieran followed soon after, his body stiffening as he released into her, his hands gripping her tightly as he rode out the waves of pleasure. They were both breathless, their bodies entwined as they tried to steady their racing hearts.
Lana collapsed back against the desk, Kieran's body still pressed against hers. There was no more doubt, no more questions. They were tangled in each other now, and there was no turning back.