Elena's pov:
It was sloppy, wet and desperate and I pushed him back almost immediately, a frown creasing my forehead.
Knox grabbed my face in one hand, bringing our lips closer together again. His tongue darted inside my mouth. Our tongues danced together, dancing around each other like they'd done a hundred times before. This made me realize I actually missed it. After all this time of ignoring every feeling I'd ever felt for him, I was suddenly craving his touch, his breath, his taste. I craved him more than ever.
"f**k, Elena," he hissed, pulling me into his arms and settling me him.
He reclined back in his seat, looking up at me, "you're a f*****g goddess, Elena," before pulling me into another breathless kiss.
I could feel him getting hard underneath me and my own traitorous bod
