He was possessing her. Stroking her tongue with his, filling her with his venom, venom that penetrated her skin and went into her vessels, carrying it right to her heart, infecting it too until it pumped it out to spread all over her body, priming her for his possession. But venom had never tasted better, like the mint and coffee she smelled on his breath, like the desire and deviance she saw in his eyes, like the sin and seduction she heard in his voice.
