He swept his tongue along the seam of my lips, demanding entry again, and I granted it. A sigh of pleasure drifted from my mouth to his when his thumb caressed my nape and he devoured me so thoroughly that I didn’t know where I ended and he began. He tasted like heat and spices, a combination so addictive I could easily spend the rest of my life consuming him and only him. A sting of pain sharpened the pleasure when he nipped my bottom lip and smiled at my surprised gasp.
