KIERAN BLACKWOOD
My lips stay on hers, and the world around us disappears.
I hold Scarlett's face firmly, my fingers caressing her warm, soft skin, as my tongue meets hers, diving into the sweet taste she offers.
A deep moan escapes from the back of my throat.
Her body trembles under my touch, and the sensation is intoxicating, as if she is completely surrendering to me.
I press her against the wall and feel how much shorter and more fragile she is, but that only intensifies my desire to protect her, to dominate her, and to mark her as mine.
With every passing second, my self-control wears down a little more.
My body screams for more—to strip her clothes off here and now, to lose myself in her, but I hold back, with effort.
My mouth descends to Scarlett’s neck, where I can feel her
