Diana's pov:
My body reacted on its own before I could process what was happening. My eyes drifted shut, a moan escaped my lips, trapped in the space between our lips. My arms looped around his neck, my fingers tugging on strands of his hair. His grip on my hips was hard, his lips on mine urgent and bruising. He pulled me closer to him, the entirety of my body pressed flushed against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my ankles hooked together.
I never wanted this to stop.
I returned his kisses with a feverish pace, for fear that if I pulled away from him for even a second, I would die. His hand came up to my chin, tilting my head while his lips continued their onslaught on mine. I trailed my hand down from his neck to his body, feeling the ridges of his muscles under my palm. But
