The Enemy's Kiss
She nodded, agreeing with me, but instead of pulling apart, she closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip; her fingers curled into my hair while her other hand grazed my shoulder to my arm like she was finding my hand.
“You’re making me crazy, Cole,” she muttered nervously. “You’re making me hungry.” Brielle moved her head and bit my earlobe before she whispered, “One last kiss, Cole.”
The inner me went wild, pulling her to stand from her seat. Brielle had just broken the wall I was building to make her safe, and now waves of passion overwhelmed me as I pinned her to the wall and devoured her mouth, showing her I had been hungry for centuries.
Brielle had unleashed her power over me, drowning m
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