As he kissed her, Mirabella gave in easily, her lips parting under his forceful mouth. The kiss was not soft, neither was it tender. It was wild, demanding, heated—an overwhelming rush of dominance poured into her mouth. His lips pressed hard against hers, as though he wanted to devour her whole, and his tongue invaded her like it had every right to claim every inch of her.
Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her heart pounding violently as his mouth worked hers. He swallowed her gasp, sucking it straight from her lungs. When he finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath ragged, and her eyes hazy with need.
Hunter stared at her, his eyes darkened with lust, filled with something that sent shivers down her spine. Need. Raw, unfiltered need.
He looked directly into her
