Their lips crashed together with the kind of desperation that didn't ask for permission. It just took. Dalian’s arms tightened around her waist as he pulled her flush against him, their chests pressed against each other.
His tongue teased the seam of her lips, coaxing her to part them for him. She did; she parted her lips and his tongue slipped in like he owned the place, sweeping through her mouth, tasting her, claiming her.
Dalian kissed her harder, deeper. He still couldn't believe she was here, saying those things, wanting him. He was such a damn fool. How could he not have known?
He had thought those times she was tense and awkward was her rejecting what they did. But no, she just wanted him as bad as he wanted her.
He walked her backward until her back hit the wall, his hands
