His mouth was on hers, his lips consuming hers, and she felt like she was floating on a cloud. He was kissing her. For the first time in her life, a man was kissing her, and it was the most exquisite thing she had ever tasted. His mouth was rough, demanding. It didn't feel like those romantic kisses from a soap opera; no, this was much more intense, more savage, and when his tongue found its way inside, she thought she could faint.
She didn't know if she was doing it right. She didn't know if he was enjoying it as much as she was, but she let herself be led by him. Her lips and tongue moved in sync with his, and her skin began to feel like it was on fire.
Her hands went to the back of his neck, her fingers tangling in the strands of his dark hair, while he held her body with one hand on
