Fawn's POV
His mouth crashed into mine, hard and brutal, all the anger and want he'd been bottling exploding in one violent collision. His teeth caught my lower lip, biting down hard enough that I tasted blood, metallic and sharp almost shocking. But it didn't turn me off. No, it fueled my need for him.
I kissed him back just as hard, just as desperate, my hands fisting in his shirt. Buttons popped under my fingers, scattering across the floor with tiny clicks that I barely registered.
"Blake—" I gasped against his mouth, trying to get air, trying to think.
But thinking was impossible when his hands were on me, when his tongue was sliding against mine, when he was consuming me like I was a drug he couldn't get enough of.
He shoved me back against the counter, his hands going to my hip
