Rosette’s point of view~~~
His mouth was fire against mine. It was consuming, like he wanted to taste every bit of me and leave nothing behind.
My body betrayed me, melting into his touch, my lips moving with his as if we’d been doing this for years when this only makes it the third time we're sharing a kiss.
Then his hand slid lower.
Down my waist, down to my thighs. His palm gripped me firmly, possessive, the way only he could, as if my body already belonged to him.
I nearly cursed when I remembered the way I begged him earlier today.
My skin prickled with goosebumps, adrenaline rushing through me so fast I almost forgot to breathe.
And then, his fingers brushed my zipper.
The sound of metal teeth parting filled the silence between our kisses. His skin brushed the upper, hairy
