Mira’s tongue darted like a cunning serpent, slipping into Lucas’s stunned mouth, claiming the private corners once reserved for his past lovers with fervent, lingering strokes. Having bared her hidden love for him in a surge of reckless abandon, she kissed him as if tomorrow would never come, her arms clinging to his frame. She inhaled his scent with desperate intensity, pouring years of restrained longing into each touch, her sobs mingling with her kisses in a storm of hysterical despair.
The car door, opened moments ago for Mira to climb inside, now became her stage for unchecked desire. She shoved Lucas onto the backseat, straddling his waist, her lips crashing against his. Grasping his hands, she guided them to her breasts, her hips grinding against the fabric shielding his groin wit
