Diana's POV
I kiss him through the mask.
My lips press against the black fabric, and I can feel the warmth of his mouth underneath, and the shape of his lips through the thin material.
I lick the mask, wetting it, tasting fabric and the faint salt of his sweat, and a groan comes from behind it that vibrates against my tongue.
The wet fabric clings to his mouth and I can see the outline of his lips now.
The visual of kissing a masked killer is doing something dangerous to me.
I slide the mask up. Not all the way. Just enough to expose his mouth and his jaw. He has full lips and a jaw that could cut stone.
A day’s worth of stubble scrapes my chin when I finally press my mouth to his.
He kisses me like a man who’s been starving. His tongue pushes past my lips and the taste of him floo
