When Theodore's lips touched hers for the second time of the night, Lucy felt as if a wave of emotions pass through her. She felt anxious, nervous, excitement building up in her nerves that turned her whole body alive with the slightest movement of friction that took place between them.
With her lips parted, Theodore's tongue sneaked into hers, probing and playing with it. Her body had started to heat up with him on top of her, and she couldn't resist circling her hands around his neck and weaving her fingers through the back of his head. She felt him capture her bottom lip, softly biting into it, and she whimpered into the kiss.
Theodore kissed her as if she was the most precious thing to him. He had treasured her for years, and he continued to do so while stealing her breath now. He sucked her lips, and somewhere in between, he felt Lucy bite into his lips, sucking the faint taste of blood from him.
