Abella's P.O.V.

Zion's strong hands firmly grab my hips and pulls me against his arousal while his mouth invades mine. I'm never been so fucking desperate to be touched in my entire life. My body burns for him, and only his touch can soothe the desire quickly building up in my core. Even the wet dreams I've had about him doesn't come close to what it feels like to be touched by him.

I don't want it to stop. I let my hands explore the muscular ridges of his back as his mouth leaves mine. He trails hot wet kisses over my jaw and down my neck. His touch is...