Diana's POV

I kiss him through the mask.

My lips press against the black fabric, and I can feel the warmth of his mouth underneath, and the shape of his lips through the thin material.

I lick the mask, wetting it, tasting fabric and the faint salt of his sweat, and a groan comes from behind it that vibrates against my tongue.

The wet fabric clings to his mouth and I can see the outline of his lips now.

The visual of kissing a masked killer is doing something dangerous to me.

I slide the mask up. Not all the way. Just enough to expose his mouth and his jaw....