Annabelle’s POV
Stefan’s soft, warm lips devoured mine, gliding across them to suck my lower lip like it was his dessert of the day. It was enough to cause a wave of pleasure to sweep through my body. I couldn’t imagine what his lovemaking would feel like. ‘No, Anna, don’t even let him go that far,’ prodded my inner mind, but I ignored it.
Stefan bit onto my lower lip and I eagerly opened my mouth to him. It seemed my body had a will of its own, revolting against my mind. He deepened the kiss, and a breathy moan escaped my mouth when he plunged his tongue right inside. He tangled his fingers into my hair to hold my head steady as he dominated the kiss. His passion, his hunger, had me under a spell and it didn’t occur to me that I should kiss him back. He swirled his tongue against mine,
