The kiss was desperate from the first second.
He devoured her lips like a man finally given oxygen after years underwater. Tongue plunging deep, tasting champagne and raw succubus sweetness and something uniquely, achingly her.
She whimpered into his mouth—sharp, broken, needy—and the sound vibrated straight down his cock.
His palms mapped her reverently as they kissed.
Up from that tiny waist along the dramatic inward sweep of her sides, feeling the heat of her skin bleed through silk, then skimming the delicate cage of her ribs... brushing the soft, high undersides of her breasts—feeling them quiver against his thumbs.
Traveling up to fragile shoulders, then back down the devastating bow of her spine—feeling how it arched her chest forward and her ass backward in offering.
Down. Down to those sinful hips with his hands spreading wide to grip the full, round swell—fingers sinking just enough to dimple perfect flesh.
But then he froze.
