Isabella’s eyes widened in a flash of shock, but as he deepened the kiss and his tongue invaded her mouth, her resistance crumbled. Her eyes fluttered shut of their own accord, and a low, helpless moan escaped her throat. Her hands gripped his shoulders first before sliding up to circle his nape, pulling him even closer into the heat.
The kiss was possessive—a heavy, authoritative claim that branded her as his own.
When he finally tore himself away, Isabella was left dizzy and panting for air. He watched her flushed face with predatory intensity. His thumb trailed upward, slowly smearing his own saliva across her lower lip, which was left red and swollen from the violence of his kiss. Then, with a jagged intake of breath, Isabella suddenly snapped back to her senses, the haze of the mate
