His mouth was still on hers when the kiss turned into something filthy and slow, like he had decided to ruin her one heartbeat at a time.
Devon pulled back just enough that their lips barely touched, just enough for her to feel the wet heat of his breath, the faint scrape of stubble, the slick slide of his tongue when he licked across her bottom lip once, slow, tasting her.
His hand slid from the tangle of her hair to cradle the back of her neck, thumb stroking slow, deliberate circles at that spot just beneath her ear that always made her knees weak, made her pussy clench even now, empty and aching.
The other hand moved down the side of her throat, tracing the frantic flutter of her pulse, brushing the diamond choker that suddenly felt like a brand around her neck instead of a gift.
Serena's eyes opened, glassy, wrecked, mascara streaked down to her cheekbones like warpaint from a battle she'd already lost.
Her lips were swollen, red, trembling.
