Ronan’s mouth was hot and demanding against hers, his tongue pressing along the seam of her lips, asking entrance. She finally opened for him and shuddered as their tongues met. One hand stayed steady on her waist while the other slid to her throat, gently angling her as he deepened the kiss, controlling the pace without being rough.
She scraped her nails along his scalp, enjoying the low rumble that vibrated through his chest, something she felt more than heard.
Her whole body felt like it was on fire. Heat pooled low in her belly, spreading outward with every press of his mouth, every slow sweep of his tongue. She leaned into him without thinking, her body molding to his as if it belonged there.
She’d never felt like this before. Not with anyone. Not Lucien. Not Thane.
Ronan shifted
