Chapter 47: Olive's POV
His mouth crashed against mine—hard, unrelenting, consuming.
He kissed me like he was trying to devour every thought in my head, every ounce of anger I'd been holding onto. His lips moved over mine with an intensity that made my knees weak, hands gripping my waist as he lifted me off the ground.
My legs wrapped around his torso automatically, hands fisting in his hair while my lips parted for him. His hands slid down to my ass—kneading, gripping, spreading me open as he started walking somewhere I couldn't see and didn't care about.
I heard a door slam open, felt my back hit a wall.
His mouth never left mine. I could taste what he'd been drinking—something sweet and smoky, like expensive whiskey with a hint of grape. It made everything feel more intoxicating, m
