One Hundred And Thirty Four

Harper's POV

I want to pull back, but his kiss is a magnet, drawing me in with irresistible force. I should be angry at him for trying to control my independence, but I can’t help savoring the intensity of his touch.

He pulls me closer, his hands gripping my hips with fierce determination, as if trying to imprint himself on me. We both gasp for air when we finally break apart, our chests heaving.

Despite the intensity, our eyes lock. I crave more; his taste lingers, making me yearn for another kiss. I raise my hand to my lips, imagining the warmth of his mouth against mine.

Seeing my reaction, he mutters a curse and crashes his lips against mine again. I respond eagerly, our mouths melding together as if perfectly matched.

His fingers tangle in my hair, and a soft moan escapes my lips. He groans in response, pressing against me with evident desire. The intensity is overwhelming, yet I can’t get enough. I cling to him, my hands exploring the contours of his back, feeling his strength.