Chapter 144

• Suddenly he grips my face, his touch firm and demanding. Before I can process what's happening, his lips crash against mine, hot and urgent, stealing the very breath from my lungs.
• It's the kind of kiss that obliterates thought, leaving nothing but raw sensation.
• I should pull away. I should stop this—stop him. But my body is responding to him with a hunger I can't control, as if I've been starving for this moment without even knowing it.