The kiss was everything. A release, a storm, a declaration. Pyris's hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her flush against him, while his other hand cradled her jaw, tilting her head just right. Suzie responded with just as much fervor, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body pressing into his as if she needed to be closer—always closer.
The tension exploded into something raw and consuming. Pyris's smirk vanished as he deepened the kiss, his movements more urgent, more demanding. Suzie melted into him, giving as much as she took, her mind spinning as his scent and presence overwhelmed her senses.
Pyris's hand slipped lower, tracing the curve of her hip as his lips moved to her jaw, her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Suzie gasped, tilting her head back, exposing more of her skin to him. Her voice broke on his name, and the sound sent a shiver of satisfaction through him.