Phoebe's POV
Running my hands through her hair, I took in her lips, enjoying the taste of sweet tea and lemon.
She was always so sweet, and truly the most mesmerizing woman I've ever laid my eyes on.
Antella laughed a bit and then dropped her lips down to my neck, kissing softly at the skin, melting me beyond any mans touch.
Everything with her was soft, sweet and gentle, yet I could feel the craving of her and the hunger she had for another kiss.
Two years of hiding in closets, in the maze gardens and in the stalls. We always found a way, and doesn't love do that?
It always finds a way.
Running my finger over be bruises of her neck, I felt my stomach turn and my heart tremble in my chest, "I'll take him tonight. You have Nikkolas, I'll get him very drunk and he'll just rest after k
