He invaded my mouth like he owned it. He kissed me with possession and abandon, holding me tightly against him as if to make sure I wouldn’t go anywhere. He devoured my mouth as if it were our last kiss, and he needed to make sure he got it right in case I didn’t let him do it again. The intensity of it flayed me, traveled deep inside me, and formed a crevice I knew no one else would fill. It was exhilarating and utterly terrifying. And it was just a freaking kiss.
