~ELENA~

Vincenzo pulls my lips into his. The contact is so soft it aches.

Barely there. Barely human.

He deepens it slowly, inexorably, like giving me time to back away.

I don’t.

I can’t.

My breath falters. His hands slide down my spine, pulling me deeper into the shadow of him, deeper into the storm he barely controls.

His lips press harder. A real kiss. A dark one.

His tongue brushes mine, slow and claiming, as if he’s waited years for this moment. Like this is the first time of him kissing me.

My fingers tangle in his shirt as his hand moves to my waist. Then lower and lower....