DAPHNE
Ezekiel's mouth crashes down on mine, fierce and consuming, and I melt into him like I've been waiting for this moment my entire life.
I release him with a shaky breath, my hands leaving his length to wind around his neck, fingers threading through his hair, roaming over the broad shoulders. There's nothing gentle about the way he touches me, his hands clamp down on my waist, greedy and possessive, like he's claiming every inch of me.
Then he moves. With a low growl, he lifts me effortlessly from the chair, carrying me the short distance to the table. Items scatter to the floor with a loud clatter as he clears the surface without a second thought. He sets me down, never breaking the kiss, never easing the pressure.
His hands roam up my sides, trailing over my ribs with delibera
