••• Isabella’s POV •••
His lips crashed into mine—wild, forceful, stealing the breath from my lungs. It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim. A command. His tongue ravaged mine, and I gasped, stunned by the suddenness, by the fire that roared through me like an inferno.
My knees buckled, heat surging like molten lava in my veins. My core clenched violently, desperate and aching.
No... No, not here. Not now—
But his hand slid into my hair and yanked my head back, his mouth trailing down to my throat, inhaling deeply. His chest vibrated with a low, feral growl.
“f**k, Isabella,” he snarled against my skin. “Your scent... I didn't know it would be this damn intoxicating.”
I whimpered, body arching against him. “Adrien... Please...”
“You’re in f*****g heat,” he bit out, voice shredded by restr
