Elisabeth's POV
The world disappeared the second his mouth claimed mine. My hands buried themselves in his dark hair, drawing him impossibly closer as my spine hit the cold granite counter. The sharp edge pressed into my back, but nothing else mattered except the heat radiating from his body and the way his lips moved against mine with desperate hunger.
When he pulled away, his chest rose and fell rapidly, his eyes dark with raw desire. "Elisabeth," he whispered, his voice rough with restraint. "If you want me to stop—"
"Don't you dare," I interrupted breathlessly.
His forehead touched mine briefly, his palm settling on my hip with possessive warmth. "You're going to be the death of me," he murmured before capturing my lips again, this kiss fiercer than the last.
