Emma’s POV
Luca's kiss made me experience sensations of intense heat and cold simultaneously. His lips were insistent and unyielding, and despite my desire to resist, my body once again let me down. I despised that trait in him - the tug, the overpowering strength that caused me to abandon all logic.
After the kiss, I couldn't breathe and he removed his hand from my chin, I stared at him angrily, feeling my anger simmering just below the surface.
"I can't continue behaving like this," I stated, my voice trembling despite my efforts to keep it calm. "You cannot simply behave as if you possess me." Luca’s blue eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of amusement dancing in them. “I don’t need to act, Emma. You know exactly what this is.”
I pulled my chin away from his hold and took a step back
