Gérard's lips claimed hers in a slow, deliberate kiss, tender yet heavy with unspoken need. He lingered there, savoring her, before gently catching her lower lip between his teeth and sucking softly. His tongue traced the seam of her mouth, teasing, coaxing.
His fingers slid into her hair, threading through the strands before curling into a loose fist. He tugged just enough to draw a soft gasp from her, her lips parting and that was all the invitation he needed. His tongue slipped inside, deepening the kiss.
He tilted his head, exploring her mouth with unhurried intensity, his tongue brushing against hers. She jolted at the contact, breath hitching, but then slowly she melted into it, responding. A low, satisfied sound rumbled from his chest, vibrating beneath her palms where they rested against him.
