Sweet Surrender

(Neva’s POV)

His lips crushed mine again with hunger.

I whimpered and tried to push him away, palms pressed into his chest. But he didn’t budge. He only kissed me harder, melting my resistance.

My legs weakened. My knees wobbled as his kisses turned softer, deeper, his lips coaxing…

His hand slid into my hair, tilting my head just enough for him to kiss down the line of my jaw, then to my earlobes