But my hand wraps around his nape and I free fall headfirst into dangerous chaos, completely in the dark about what waits for me at the bottom. My tongue curls around his and I fight him for control. For the sanity that he’s been stripping from me one layer at a time. His hand drops from my collar and he slides it to my side, feeling and exploring my chest and back, and I can’t help the hiss that escapes when he bites down on my tongue. It’s like being kissed by a savage—a vicious barbarian whose sole purpose is to drag out the worst in me.
