Warning: light R18
"Make me forget," she whispered, grinding against his erection as she pressed her forehead to his. "That I'm supposed to be furious with you. That you lied. That you're a scheming, evil, daring, ancient bastard who always gets what he wants."
His hands gripped her waist with restrained force, holding her still as his lips brushed against hers.
"Say it again," he rasped.
Her breath hitched. "That I hate you?"
"No," he murmured, brushing his nose against hers. "The part where you asked me to make you forget."
She didn't reply—not with words. Instead, she rolled her hips slowly against him, the thick layers of their winter cloaks doing nothing to mask the growing heat between them.
"I want you," she breathed, cheeks flushed from more than just the cold. "Here. Now. Make me forget everything you've done, but you."
