VALERIE
I have never been kissed.
I was violated, forced and ravished in a way monsters devour the flesh of their prey, but I have never been kissed in earnest. So, when his lips crashed against mine, I tasted him.
It was forbidden, stolen and passionate.
It was everything that should not be, kissing another woman’s man, but I could not stop.
Caleb’s fingers were threaded into my hair, and he used the hold to arch my neck to look into his eyes. “I should have let you go that night,” he said with a voice rough and scratchy like sandpaper. “I should have kept you away from me—far f*****g away from me and my desires.”
“Or what?” I breathed.
“Or you would know what it looks like to be mine.” He let go of my hair and hauled me up into my arms, carrying me over to the bedroom through
