The air in the quiet room was thick, charged with a sudden, suffocating heat. Jayden's lips moved with a desperate, frantic slowness against Sarah's. Every breath he exhaled was short, ragged, and scorching hot against her skin. His eyelids fluttered shut, his senses entirely overwhelmed by the intoxicating, delicate scent of her that seemed to fill his lungs and cloud his reason. Unable to fight the primal urge consuming him, Jayden parted his lips, his tongue tracing the soft contour of her mouth, tasting her fully before delivering a gentle, bruising bite to her lower lip.
The sudden burst of friction shattered the last of his restraint. His hand, which had been gently cupping her flushed cheek, slid down the smooth column of her neck to her shoulder. With a sudden, aggressive surge of possessiveness, Jayden pressed her backward, guiding her firmly until her spine met the solid resistance of the wall.
