Hannah's POV
No. Not today, death.
I unleash my maniacal strength, every fiber of my being pulsating with calculated tenacity. My hands, which had been slapping against his ripped biceps, now reach for his collar, forcefully pulling him down to my face, sealing the intense moment with a passionate kiss on his lips.
He attempts to resist, clamping his lips shut and tightening his grip around my throat. Perhaps it's a risky move, as I find myself gasping for air. Minutes pass, and the absence of Luca means the impending reality of my demise.
I plunge my tongue into his mouth with a delicate persistence, teasing him until he surrenders. His lips part, his grip on my throat eases, and an indescribable sensation floods my body. It transcends the euphoric energy I've felt before; it's as if
