~Niklaus~
I place her on the counter, my grip never loosening, and lean in, resting my forehead against hers. I've been thinking about kissing those lips since we left the poolside. The moment she didn't pull away from that kiss, I knew—I wouldn't get enough of her.
Her breath mingles with mine, warm and uneven, and it sends a jolt of satisfaction through me. Camille does this to me—makes me lose control, makes me crave her in ways I didn't even think were possible and it's never enough. I am always left wanting more. I am still not used to this. Wanting someone after the first. Hell, I never thought I'd want anyone as much as I want her.
