Hannah's POV
His mouth claimed mine in burning need, sending shiver after shiver down my spine. His lips were so soft, yet so rough and demanding. Like he was pouring all his feelings in me through his lips.
His arm wrapped around my body, holding me against his. I could feel every contour of his body pressed against mine. His other hand gripped my neck, holding it in place. Angling it slightly, his lips pressed harder against mine, forcing them open and deepened the kiss.
His tongue caressed each nook and corner of my mouth, holding me prisoner with his intoxicating taste. I was feeling drunk, much more than I felt after drinking my first glass of alcohol. Butterflies erupted from his touch and settled in the pit of my stomach.
After what felt like many hours, we parted and he placed
