Our mouths collided. A roughened groan left my throat as Talia curled her tongue against mine. Finally. I grabbed her face, my fingers a hard bite against her cheek, harder than I’d ever imagined, but I couldn’t help that fierceness if I tried. Desperation burned in my chest as I moved her head exactly how I wanted it, a better angle for our mismatched heights, and licked into the shuddery gasp that bled from Talia’s mouth. If she wanted to be handled, I’d fucking handle her.
