LIAM
Yes, Kian kisses like the way he hates me. Passionate, fiery, fierce and relentless. His lips move against mine with such hunger I never knew it possible. As if he is trying to devour me. His lips are forcing me to move against him.
The breath is stolen from my lungs and my fingers curl around his clothes. He nips at my bottom lip, forcing my lips apart and pushing his tongue inside my mouth. The movement makes me whimper softly. A string of pain and pleasure shoots through me.
My body trembles as the blood in my veins roars with electricity, and fire races along my skin as my heartbeat picks up an erratic pace. My body trembles when Kian moves his tongue inside my mouth, engaging my tongue in a fierce battle. A losing one.
