Our kiss was not gentle, no, it was filled with hunger, desire and need.
His mouth claimed mine with a fierce force that not only stole my breath but also sent shivers running down my spine. I gasped against his mouth and my hands clenched his shirt tightly as I kissed him back with all the want and desires that had been pent-up within me for a long time.
Sylas growled into the kiss. It was a low, primal sound that reverberated through my chest, and before I could blink, he backed me up against the wall. The cold stone pressed tightly against my spine and I gasped as his tongue pushed past my lips and dominated every inch of my mouth.
My tongue tangled with his in a battle of need so intense that my nails dug through the fabric of his shirt into his shoulders.
My p***y ached with need
