Isabella's POV.
His lips were soft and silky. They were so sweet, like my favorite choco truffle cake, along with this minty breath. His tongue licked my lips, asking me something. He pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. I gasped and parted my lips, giving access to his wicked tongue, which entered my mouth and marked and claimed me as his own, not leaving a single corner of my mouth untouched.
He kissed me like there was no tomorrow. When he pulled away, I was breathless and panting. He was holding me. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand properly. I clutched his shirt to make me steady as my head was spinning from his mind-blowing kiss.
He rubbed his thumb on my lips as his eyes were still pinned on them.
"You have no idea, Isabella. I have wanted to do this since the first time
