Davina's POV
When Irvin's mouth collided with mine, everything else vanished.
I barely registered what was happening before heat flooded through me—his body crushing against mine, his rough hands seizing my waist, his lips moving with frantic desperation like he was drowning and I was his lifeline.
I surrendered completely.
My fingers dove into his hair, clutching tightly as I returned his kiss with raw intensity. I couldn't tell who was more starved, more frantic, but it didn't matter.
Nothing else existed.
Only this moment.
Irvin broke away, gasping, his forehead pressed to mine.
My heart hammered violently as I gazed at him, our ragged breaths mingling, our bodies still locked together.
Then, before I could recover, Irvin claimed my mouth again.
Fiercer.
More demanding.
As if he was etching every curve of my lips into memory, terrified I'd vanish if he loosened his hold.
