ARIA
The moment Maximo kissed me, everything else ceased to exist. My hatred for him, my desire to flee from him, my promise to never give him whatever it was that he wanted from me—it all disappeared into the air, like smoke on a foggy day.
He tasted of whiskey and cigarettes, but underneath it, there was an undertone of something sharper, less sweet. Something dark, something dangerous.
His warm hand came up to hold my face as he deepened the kiss. I moaned into his mouth as his teeth caught the seam of my bottom lip as he sucked it between his own. It was rough and wild, making my knees go weak in an instant.
His stubble scratched against my chin as he moved his lips down the column of my throat.
“Maximo,” I moaned, burying my hands in his thick hair as he pulled me impossibly
