Chapter 22 I'm Not Letting You Go, Eloise

• Eloise tried to maintain some semblance of control, but the way he kissed her, the way his hands explored her, made it impossible. The playful teasing had shifted into something far more dangerous, a game where he was now setting the rules.
• "Vincent," she breathed, her voice wavering between desire and a last-ditch attempt to resist. But he wasn’t listening. He was too lost in her, in the way she responded to him, in the way her body betrayed her every time he touched her.
• His lips trailed from her neck to her collarbone, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. Every kiss, every brush of his fingers, ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore, no matter how hard she tried. The more she struggled, the more he seemed to enjoy it, as if her resistance only fueled his mind to make her surrender.