His kiss was intoxicating, setting her insides ablaze and revealing what a true kiss should feel like, a burning sensation that walked the line between pleasure and survival. At first, Myra had just wanted to get over it; a kiss was something that was bound to happen.
But moons not like this, she hadn’t expected to feel like her whole skin was on fire, desperate to explore more of the heated cavern of the alpha’s lips that wanted to consume her. This was something like the fluttering innocent kisses she read about in books. It was... It was, God, she couldn’t think right now.
At first, she had seen the conflict in his gaze when he backed away, but as she leaned in, a curse slipped from his lips, and he kissed her; now, he devoured her lips, and she couldn't get enough either.
Her hands
