“Before I can fire back, he crushes his lips to mine, stealing whatever breath I have left. I clutch at him instantly, pulling him closer, nails digging into his shoulders as his tongue sweeps past my lips. His taste floods my senses—hot, demanding, addictive—and my body arches closer, desperate for more. He bites down on my lower lip just hard enough to make me moan, pain and pleasure blending into one perfect rush.”
―
N.D. Roldan,
Sweet Sinners