Caleb's POV
Damn it all to hell.
My mouth was claiming Cornelia's like I was drowning and she was my only source of air. My palm gripped her backside firmly while my tongue explored the heat of her mouth with desperate hunger.
Every rational thought screamed that this was forbidden territory, yet my body refused to listen. The restraint I'd built up crumbled like dust, that burning need I'd been fighting suddenly blazing to life and consuming everything in its path.
Christ, the sensation was intoxicating. Her mouth felt like silk beneath mine, plush and perfectly shaped to fit against my lips. The way her body melted into mine sent electric currents through my system. My hands roamed her silhouette, mapping every curve while Cornelia trembled against me, soft sounds escaping into my mouth.
