Salvatore's POV

Her taste.

Angelic.

Celestially.

Divine.

She tasted fresh berries and the alluring taste of whipped vanilla, her scent perforated my nostrils like a dying man in a desert having his first drink in months if not years. Something about her makes me come alive with a heart thinking rhythm and raging pulse being close within an inch of her.

What were these feelings? Being without her made me feel like I was starving for her essence. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, not even my first who broke every hope and trampled on our dreams. So I thought it was my dream, yet I’ve never felt this...