Lucas
The moment our lips met, the world outside this dining room ceased to exist. The lingering taste of red wine on her tongue mingled with her own unique sweetness, a flavor I could never get enough of. The kiss wasn't gentle or hesitant, my thumb stroked the sensitive skin behind her ear as her fingers tangled in my hair, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp in a way that sent a shudder of pure pleasure through me.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking hers, exploring the warmth of her mouth, and a low groan escaped her throat.
Breaking the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling, her eyes dark with desire stared into mine. "That dinner was just the appetizer, wasn't it?" I whispered, my voice thick.
A slow wicked smile spread across her lips. "I was
