Blanche's POV
Vincent was restraining himself, fighting to maintain control, but my words only intensified the flames blazing in his chest.
He finally surrendered to his impulses and leaned down, capturing my lips with his own.
The intoxicating blend of tobacco and mint invaded my senses as he kissed me, forcing the taste deeper into my mouth.
His kiss was demanding and consuming, like a fierce tempest overwhelming me. I had no opportunity to evade, no chance to fight back, not even a second to release a sound.
I tilted my head back, powerless to do anything but accept his kiss.
I clawed at his waist, pressing my nails deep enough to nearly pierce his skin, but he remained unmoved.
When my nails bit into him, Vincent released a low, seductive groan.
The sound sent shivers down my spine, and I released my grip, switching to pounding against him instead.
