LORETTA

I was a puddle

I kid you not, the moment Elion's lips crashed on mine, I folded, melted, imploded, and exploded.

His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that stole every coherent thought from my head; we both stumbled backwards, and we kept stumbling backwards.

The kiss was nothing gentle; if what happened in that alleyway had been fire, this was the depths of an erupting volcano. He wasn't just kissing me; Elion was marking me; he was calming me.

I could feel his need, the pure, raw, desperate need to merge our bodies and soul's tougher, his big hands held me steady, while his body pushed into mine,...