Instant, tingling awareness shot through her body, lighting fire in places she'd never known could feel heat. His lips slid against hers softly, nibbling gently on them, tasting her.
I should bite him for taking such liberties. He wouldn't be so handsome without any lips, but a coiling warmth, a spark deep inside her that had been coaxed to life by his kiss, made her hesitate. The sensation of his lips, firm yet somehow soft as they caressed hers, made her feel slightly dizzy and warm.
Breanna's knees trembled with weakness, but his arms were there to support her and press her up against the hardness of his body.
A wet tongue slid between her lips and she sighed against his mouth.
So many sensations filled her - heat, awareness, longing, hunger É
Breanna's eyes shot open wide in shock. What devilish magic is this?