This was madness to be kissing a stranger in a darkened room lit only by firelight. What else could you call it? But she was tired of being boring old predictable Piper. Mikhail made her feel wild and reckless, alive in ways she'd never dreamed. She didn't want to stop, didn't want to go back to being responsible. She wanted to live in this moment forever.
"What about my taste?" she asked, her voice trembling with desire.
Mikhail stared down at her and slid his hand into her hair at the nape of her neck, his fingers coiling the strands tight. A slight pinch of near pain shot sparks into her womb. Piper gasped.
"It's like the sweetest of Georgian wines. It lingers upon my tongue until I ache to become drunk on it." He nuzzled her cheek, his breath echoing hers in quick pants.
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