~Louis’s POV~
My hands tightened on her hips, dragging her closer until there was no space left between us. Her breath hitched against my mouth, and I swallowed the sound as I claimed her lips again.
She didn’t kiss me back, she fought me.
And that only made it worse.
Our mouths crashed, hard and hungry, both of us refusing to give in. Her teeth grazed my lip, my tongue pushed past hers, and everything in me snapped; heat, frustration, want, all tangled into one dark pull.
Her taste hit me first. It was sweet, sharp, and addictive. The kind that I've been holding on to for years.
Every brush of her tongue against mine sent a jolt straight through my body, waking a fire I hadn’t felt in days. The kind that burns slow at first, then roars to life until nothing else matters.
I grippe
