Chapter 248
Daphne
Her lips are always so soft and warm. The first brush of them steals the breath straight out of me.
I've got my hands firm on her hips, thumbs rubbing over the little tremors I feel there. She clings to me in that hesitant, desperate way she always does, like she's afraid I'll vanish if she doesn't hold tight enough.
I deepen the kiss, tilting my head, and she gasps against me. The sound makes something in my chest tighten, dangerous and hungry. I take advantage of the little opening, sliding my tongue past her lips, tasting her.
She whimpers when I tug her closer. I can feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest, racing against mine. Her hands fist in my hair, tugging, not rough, just enough to tell me she doesn't know whether to pull me away or drag me closer.
I groan low in my throat and choose for her—closer. Always closer.
The kiss turns hot, messy, teeth grazing, tongues sliding. Every time she gasps, I swallow the sound down like it's mine.
