Roman’s mind became a swirling vortex of confusion and desire, a whirlwind of sensations that threatened to consume his very being. Rational thoughts, if there were any left, took a backseat to the primal impulses coursing through his veins.
With an audacity that defied reason, his tongue darted into Becky’s mouth, claiming her with a fervor that bordered on possession. The forceful intrusion left no doubt in his mind or hers that he believed she belonged to him, body and soul.
His right hand ascended into the silky dark strands of her hair, gripping firmly to anchor her head in place, while his left hand embarked on an exploration of her form. It trailed along the curves of her body, tracing the contours with a hunger to know her intimately. Finally, it settled on the curve of her backs
