Elena's POV
His kiss was like fire, yet I couldn’t get enough of it. My hands fell around his shoulders as I pressed myself against him. He devoured my mouth, kissing me hard and fast. The feel of his body against mine made me hot. I wanted to take off my clothes. He pulled away, his firm grip on my waist holding me against him.
“Say that again, love,” he bit his lip and kissed me lightly. “Say that you hate me.”
I moaned, feeling butterflies in my stomach. “I hate you. I hate you, Declan Murphy.” His mouth swallowed mine, kissing me harder and more intensely. His tongue massaged mine, his hands were under my shirt, making electricity run through my body. Is this what it felt like to be touched by my mate?
It was like nature had it written down. Fate had made the decision for me, and I
