Vivienne's knees shook as André's lips crushed hers again. Her head felt like it was splitting in two, her chest rising and falling faster than war drums. She hated him. Hated him so much her teeth ached from clenching. And yet, here she was, melting into his kiss, clinging to him as if she had no choice.
What is happening? I hate him. I fucking hate him. My knees are shaking. My brain is blank. I am a fool. Someone save me.
André's body pressed firmly against hers, warm and unyielding. He moved slowly, savoring every second, calm on the outside, but inside, his thoughts were chaos, fire, and obsession. She is mine. This reckless, devious, impossible creature. She should despise me, curse me, spit on me, and yet here she is. My little thief. My chaos incarnate.
They murmured soft words to each other. His lips grazed her ear. "My love," he said, his voice a velvet trap.
