Page 353 of Steamy Ever After

With my lips parted, I rise on tiptoe, eliminating that final gap between us. Brushing our lips together, I seal my fate.

“I don’t want you to stop.”

Simple, raw desire flares in his gaze as he seizes my mouth with a guttural groan. There’s nothing coy or teasing about his assault. No gentle gliding of his lips against mine or easy exploration with his tongue.

Drake seals our lips, pulling me hard against him. He pushes in with his tongue, claiming and taking, pillaging and plundering. The unexpectedness of it sweeps me off my feet. His entire body vibrates with male arousal: a primal reaction, which sets my nerves on fire.

I should be surprised, but he warned me he wouldn’t be gentle.

His kiss isn’t the tender exploration of first-time lovers. There’s no hesitancy. He’s primal, primitive even, frenzied in his need to take and claim.

I surrender to his need, inviting him in, accepting the brutality of his desire with an answering urgency of my own. He takes from me with bruising aggression, his tongue demanding and determined, while I lift up on tiptoe and wrap my hands around his neck.

I’ve never been kissed like this before. It’s as if he puts his whole body, his entire soul, into the act of sealing our lips and joining our bodies. If this is the way he kisses—what will the rest of it feel like?

Once he breaches my defenses, his tongue chases mine. His lips fortify his attack with a firm, combative strength against my yielding acquiescence. His reckless hunger surprises me, but that’s nothing compared to my response.

I become something unfamiliar.

Something wild and untamed.

Feral in my need, a hunger wakes within me, demanding and raw.

Or maybe I simply need one man to replace the pain of another?

Whatever my motivation, Drake is here, and my ex is quickly becoming nothing more than a painful memory.

This kiss is everything.

It’s powerful enough to cause serious damage because I realize a painful truth. I can fall for a man like Drake. With every nerve in my body thrumming with the punishing strokes of his tongue, I burn beneath the unrestrained wildness of his desire.

My exhales turn erratic, quickening with the speed of his assault. His hot mouth and talented tongue are more experienced than my tentative response. He licks and nips, driving me insane as he dominates the space we share with his overwhelming presence.

His kiss is unlike anything I’ve ever dreamed about. It’s beyond what I thought possible. The relentless demands of his mouth steadily sweep me off my feet.

My entire body trembles as I tilt my head back to beg for more. I swallow a needy moan as my left leg lifts, wrapping around his hip, needing to climb his towering frame and take this to its logical conclusion.

Drake palms my ass and lifts me against his groin, where he grinds against me, showing me the depth of his arousal. A groan drives his hips harder as we shamelessly grind against one another while his mouth punishes my swollen lips.

My blood warms, liquid heat courses through my veins, melting me from the inside out. I squirm against him as my hot, itchy nerves demand more.

More heat. More friction. More of him and his touch.

Our clothing becomes our enemy, preventing us from feeling skin on skin. My nipples tighten and my inner thighs pulse, awakening a needful ache in my core.

And this is just a kiss.

The punishing rhythm doesn’t give me time to think or agonize over thoughts of what I want to come next. I surrender myself to the moment, content to let it last forever.

And while I lose myself under the torment of his kiss, my heart sputters as it wakes from a self-imposed slumber. Shell-shocked to silence after the ordeal I left in Redlands, California, it wakens and comes alive.

His mouth floats over mine. His hot breath fans my face. Placing both hands on my ass, he pulls me close while I shamelessly wrap my leg around his hip, grinding against him.

Drake yanks me off my feet, drawing my legs around his hips. He holds me with ease as our mouths war with each other and our tongues tangle in a maddening dance.

My tongue darts out, seeking his, as my head slants for more, giving him full access to what he needs. He tightens his grip and rocks me against his hardness.

Friction.

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