Elena's P.O.V
Vincent's fingers began their invasive journey up my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps all over my body. Desire coiled in the pit of my stomach, and my breath caught in my throat as a desperate gasp managed to escape my lips. I loved the feel of his fingers on my skin, maybe more than I should.
His warm fingers continued its relentless ascent, sending shivers down my spine, carefully tracing the outline of my silhouette. His intent became painfully clear when I felt his warm breath against my skin, before his lips descended upon mine.
The taste of his kiss lingered on my lips, rendering me powerless in the face of desire. "Vincent…" I moaned; my voice barely above a whisper.
"Elena…" Vincent's voice was hoarse as he looked into my eyes, his own eyes burning amber with desire. "If you want me to stop…tell me now. I don't think I'll be able to stop this time if we go any further."
