She doesn't even have time to breathe a 'yes' before his mouth crashes onto hers.
She had expected something gentle, a soft promise of things to come.
She was wrong. Elias's hand snaked around the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulls her flush against him.
The kiss turns ravenous. It is an invasion, a desperate claim.
The air in the room grows heavy, saturated with the scent of him.
When his lips finally migrate to the sensitive line of her throat, Mia throws her head back, exposing the elegant curve of her neck. His kisses trail lower, landing on the hollow of her collarbone where the V-neck of her sweater has dipped. They are scorching, branding her skin.
"Mia," he groans against her skin. "You have no idea how many times I've played this out in my head."
