DARIUS POV
Ravenna tasted addictive, like the first sip of smooth whiskey on a cold night, igniting a fire that spread through your veins.
Each encounter was a complex blend of smoky richness and sweet undertones, drawing you deeper into its embrace, where every moment lingered like a cherished memory, intoxicating and impossible to forget.
Why had I turned into a poetic bastard? Since I've heard a taste of Ravenna's lips.
I curled my hands under Ravenna and lifted her while I sat up, placing her on my lap, all the while never breaking our kiss.
My hands went to the back of her neck and I deepened the kiss. When she parted her lips I slipped my tongue inside, tasting and exploring every bit of her mouth.
There was a taste of cinnamon and… something else, something that was all Ra
