Ariana’s POV
My stomach flutters and my knees weaken as I feel his soft lips on mine. His free hand moves to the back of my hair, tugging on the hair and as he lets my blonde hair free, the gold strands fall all the way to my waist.
“f**k, Ariana.” I hear him groan before he continues his assault on my lips. The kiss deepens and I am desperate for more of him.
Vincent kissed me like he was starved, tugging and pulling on my hair and waist as if he couldn’t get enough. He smelled so good, so familiar. The memories from our night together slipped in again and I find myself moaning into the kiss, giving him more access into my mouth.
There was nothing passionate about the kiss. It was rough, fast but incredibly hot.
The feel of his chest pressed against my breast had my n*****s hardening
