Melanin's POV
He pulled me more closely to him before taking my lower lip into his mouth and sucked on it. His lips were soft, almost silken, and pillowy against my own. I could feel the soft tickle of his breath beneath my nose, fingers carding through my hair as we breathed each other in. These were the sweetest lips I've ever tasted. Well, not like I remembered tasting anyone, but I felt it.
His lips were still sweet with alcohol from the wine he took, but there's something sweeter than the alcohol. The more he kissed me, the more numb I became.
I couldn't even believe the moans that escaped from me in between the kisses. He deepens the kiss like he wants to swallow my tongue, but I wasn't different. I wanted more of his mouth that tastes like fresh fountain water. I place my hands
