He touched his lips to hers once, shivered at the contact, then pressed against their fullness further, finding no hint of resistance from Minerva. On the contrary, she returned the pressure, her lips parting enough to catch his upper lip between them in the most delicious action he’d ever experienced. There was a slow give and take to the kiss, a perfect, leisurely waltz that had a rawness to its edges and something unrefined in its beauty.
