ESME

Maddox suddenly broke from the kiss, hands softly cupping my face in a very unfamiliar sweet gesture. This was a new side to Maddox I hadn't seen before. He had never been sweet on me, never in his life.

“I can almost smell your desire, Es.” He murmured, sending tingling sensations dancing down my spine, his teeth slightly grazing my bottom lip. “You've been acting like a spoiled brat while deep down you've been craving this right?”

I wanted to respond, say anything witty, but all of my sharp attacks died in my throat the moment his lips found mine again in a wet, hungry kiss.

And God help...