Davien's P. O. V
He bit his lip and slowly brought his eyes to meet mine, "Sadistic bastard." He cursed, and before I could come up with a comeback he captured my lips in a kiss.
A grin crept onto my face, I tossed his hand over my shoulder and held onto his waist, careful not to press his stomach against my chest. His fingertips massaged the back of my head, making circles through my locks of hair. Kian raised his knee and firmly pressed it against my crotch, forcing me to moan into the kiss.
Fuck, he was a little vixen when he wanted to be.
My hand snaked from his waist and went underneath his shirt, feeling every inch of his skin against my palm, his curves, his body temperature, the way he moved against my hands.
