EPILOGUE

SCARLETT'S POV.

The moment Luca's lips touched mine, I melted into a puddle. My knees had gone weak and I feared they were going to buckle soon if I wasn't careful.

Damn. The man knew how to kiss.

He made sure that he ravaged my mouth with intensity, showing me with the kiss just how much he really wanted me.

From my face, his hands travelled to my spine and then all the way back up to my hair and then he pulled. Shit, the force of the action caused a sting, but it was sweet. The pain was delicious. I loved it.

He continued to kiss my mouth like his life depended on it until he decided that he'd had enough of it and wanted to taste my neck. Once his mouth touched there, I straight up melted into him, to the point he had to hold me up.

"Woah," he laughed, amsued. "I haven't even touched you. You don't even know all the things I have planned for you."

"Stop being cocky and kiss me," I demanded, pulling him back to my mouth and he let out a satisfactory growl.

"You're so damn sexy,