After dessert, Michael drove. Apparently alcohol couldn't really intoxicate a vampire unless they allowed it. Despite the whirlwind of questions and disbelief flooding her brain, Lisbeth knew she couldn't parse the whole thing out until a burning need had been satisfied in her soul.
So, once they entered the door of his apartment, she quickly found herself grabbing his shirt and finding his mouth with her own. Nothing held back. Lisbeth slid her tongue against his and locked her arms around his neck. He responded by threading his fingers through her hair and returning the kiss with heat. Hands went everywhere, both of them exploring through touch the plains, hills, and valleys of the other's territory.
Michael worked from her tresses to the back of her neck and shoulders; following down
