The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

And he brushed those soft lips against her, before settling again.

She parted her lips, feeling the shape, the make, the beauty of his. He captured her bottom one, sucking on it lightly before brushing her lips again.

He kissed her — softly, simply, expertly. He kissed her — until her knees turned to jelly and heat invaded her belly. He kissed her — without his tongue, without his hands, without his body. Just his lips — soft, firm, present — on hers.

It was the most beautiful kiss she could have ever dreamed of, the most untainted she’d ever imagined from him, with a softness she’d not thought him capable of.

This wasn’t devouring. This was savoring. He was savoring her lips, memorizing her taste, introducing himself to her so much more intimately than he ever had.

And then, he devoured her. Fulfilling every promise his eyes had ever made to her. He devoured her in the rain, with his gun beneath her jaw. He devoured her while tasting like the whiskey and sin she heard in his voice. He devoured her without touching another inch of her

body, stroking her tongue with his, tasting her so thoroughly her legs weakened, her hands catching onto the lapels of his jacket to keep herself upright, not touching his skin like he wasn’t touching hers, yet letting him support her. Electric. There was no other word for it.

She’d wanted something. He’d given it to her, in a way only he could. He’d not uttered a word. But he’d made his choice. So had she.

Taking a deep breath in, Morana swallowed, stepping forward. And she followed him into the dark.