Chapter 65 His Burning Touch

Emilia's POV
His lips crashed against mine, hot and demanding, and the world dissolved into nothing but him. The storm outside raged, but it might as well have been miles away—because the storm inside us was louder, fiercer, hungrier.
Maximus kissed like a man starved, his mouth moving over mine with ruthless possession. His tongue swept past my lips, tangling with mine in a wicked, erotic dance that left me moaning helplessly into him. My hands flew up, desperate to touch him, to feel every inch of the hard, wet planes of his body—but he was faster.