Alice’s POV
He cups my face between his hands, pulling me into a kiss that’s searing and urgent—consuming.
His lips move with fierce precision, and when his teeth graze my lower lip with just enough pressure, I gasp, clutching at his shoulders as if they’re the only thing keeping me grounded.
He shifts, pressing deeper against me, and the sensation surges through my body—hot, powerful, rising like a tide just beneath the surface of my skin.
Every thrust sends a ripple of pleasure arching through my spine, and I tremble beneath him, helpless to the rhythm he’s setting, helpless to anything but the fire blooming inside me.
My breath quickens. My skin is slick with sweat. Heat coils low in my belly, winding tighter and tighter. The edge is close—so close it feels like my body is about
