Sensing his sarcasm, Adeline's brows furrowed. The second she opened her mouth to argue, his fingers shifted, lightly pressing against her chin—and the next thing she knew, his lips were on hers.
He deepened the kiss, one hand sliding to the back of her neck while the other gripped her waist. He wasn't just kissing her—he was claiming her again, making sure she felt every second of it.
Adeline melted. Her lips parted as she gasped for air, but Enzo took advantage of it, his tongue slipping inside, exploring her.
Their tongues moved in sync, the slow, sensual rhythm making her dizzy. He tasted like mint and something distinctly him—something addicting.
Fuck, he was such a good kisser.
Her hands, which had been stiff at her sides, found their way into his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands. She sighed against his lips, and that small sound seemed to encourage him.
