His kiss was intoxicating, dominating, and downright filthy; every lick and every bite of Szyars touch felt like a brand on her skin to show she was his.
Celeste couldn’t breathe at all; she craved his kiss and craved to be left breathless as his bite to her lips elicited a cry and whimper as her lips heated.
He pushed her backward till her back met the hard bark of a tree, but that didn’t stop her from leaning into it.
His hand combed from her hair to a hard grip that hovered over her nape and pressed on her nape, leaving her breath seizing in such pleasurable torture that it drove her hazy with need.
In an instant, the rip of her dress echoed as her breaths were taken away from the impact of his rough manhandling; his hands immediately reached to kiss her cleavage.
A wicked lick to
