CALISTA'S P.O.V
There are kisses and there are kisses.
Roman kissed me like he was making art, like he could drink me in for eternity and not be sated, with slow, loving precision, unhurried as though he had all the time in the world.
His kiss was smothering, fanning the embers of my desires, reaching the place that I had locked away and tucked deep inside of me.
“God, Callie.” he groaned, tipping my chin to deepen the kiss. “You taste just like I've been dreaming of.” he pulled back, his amber eyes searching mine. I placed a hand on his chest, his muscles flexed beneath my touch
“Roman.” my voice came out as a breathy whisper,
“Yes”
“Don’t stop.”
He made a gravelly sound at the back of his throat before his lips crashed down on mine with a ferocity that stole my breath away.
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