Penelope’s POV:

Vincent spurs into action.

He grabs my waist and slams me into the wall, pressing his body up against mine as he deepens the kiss. It’s almost as if he’s been waiting for permission the entire time.

All my thoughts fly out of the window. All I’m aware of is Vincent.

His mouth over mine is hungry, and hot, devouring me like I’m the last drop of water on earth and he’s a man dying of thirst. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and his teeth nibble on my lower lip.

He groans my name into my mount, his hands on my hips moving to my...