Rebecca's POV
His mouth crashed against mine in a brutal, possessive kiss that stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. Enzo kissed me like he was trying to claim every inch of my soul, his lips hot and demanding, his tongue forcing its way past my teeth to tangle with mine.
A deep, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest straight into my body as he pressed me harder against the tree, his massive frame dominating me completely. One of his hands kept my wrists pinned above my head while the other gripped my jaw, tilting my face exactly how he wanted it so he could devour me deeper.
For a dizzying second, I melted into it—the raw hunger, the heat, the way his scent wrapped around me like a drug. But then reality slammed back in.
I ripped my mouth away, gasping.
