Raven's POV
My heart raced as my eyes closed and I opened up to Darian. Everything else in the room sort of faded away. Darian didn't hesitate. He leaned in, his tongue sliding past my lips to stroke mine with a slow, deliberate confidence.
He tasted like the sweet maple syrup from the pancakes, and his breath was hot against my skin. Oh my Goddess! Was this really happening? My brain felt like it was short-circuiting. What was I supposed to do? Where was I supposed to put my hands?
Darian seemed to sense my internal panic. He shifted his weight, his large hand sliding up to cup my jaw possessively. His thumb rubbed my cheek in a soothing rhythm even as he kissed me deeper. His tongue moved with a firm, demanding pace that sent shivers racing down my spine and pooling in my lower belly.
