He seemed startled but quickly wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he dominated my mouth with his own, stitching our very souls together with each stroke of his tongue. Rather than just pulling me from the darkness of my own mind, he kissed me like he was drowning, and I was his only hope for survival. A low moan rolled through me as I reached for his waistband, desperate for more, but he broke away with a curse. “Brat,” he growled. “Stop.”
