She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. He kissed her with force and slowly her mind started to lose the battle. His touch remained on her skin.
His lips were hot. As masterful as his new manner. He opened her mouth with his and she tasted his tongue, and the shock was elemental; it started in her bones. Her startled breath filled her lungs with the scent of him, the taste of iron and blood mixed with mints, he must have had in his tea.
His strong thighs beneath her. His grip on her small back and his powerful hands, holding her cheeks in a firm grip.
Gasping, she turned her face aside when he let her go. and then gasped again as his lips found her ear, tonguing the rim, suckling her lobe.