>THIRD PERSON POV
"But this time, I'm making sure you'll never forget it." Venz whispered, his voice low and rough against Mallory's ear. His lips hovered just above her skin, the light, teasing brush enough to make a shiver crawl along her spine. His breaths were shallow, ragged, as if each one required effort, and his hands tightened around her waist, pulling their bodies together so closely it felt as though they had melted into one.
He could never reconcile the contrast in her eyes. The gaze that usually flickered with sadness, with desperation as if it was always on the verge of breaking. Is now now looking at him with a raw, unrestrained hunger that made his chest ache.
Mallory's hand moved almost of its own accord, wrapping around his neck, drawing his face down to hers. Her gaze sharpened, almost predatory and determined, as she claimed his lips with a hunger that matched his own.
