A warm, soft sensation spread from her lips to her very nerves, and Lianne's body went rigid.
His touch was light, yet its presence was overwhelming, like the feather of a raptor brushing against her skin.
Her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded wildly, and her limbs felt frozen, completely still.
Seth Sinclair kissed her unhurriedly, with a practiced ease. Their lips brushed against each other for a moment before the tip of his tongue parted her teeth and slowly, gently, traced hers.
The wet heat felt like a sudden jolt of electricity. Startled, Lianne instinctively pulled back.
Seth Sinclair caught her chin, stopping her from pulling away. He began to slowly, gently suck and nip at her lips and tongue.
His searing heat transferred to Lianne through their touching lips and the palm resting on the small of her back.
