Killorn reciprocated the kiss immediately.
Ophelia felt her body tingle from his greedy lips. She felt fireworks going off in the back of her head. Her eyelids twitch from how wet the sensation was. Their mouths gilded perfectly against each other. His felt warm and slick, whereas hers was hot and hesitant. He knew what he was doing. He was a man eager to take every part of her—and she, a willing woman.
Killorn kissed her with an urgency to brand this moment into his memory. The first kiss of neverending ones. He raptured her entrance with his tongue, sliding inside to explore the unknown crevice. She flinched and whimpered when his tip met her thin tongue. She was a lovely little thing, unable to work her tongue properly. He easily sought dominance and she completely allowed it.
Then, Ophelia turned her head. She gasped for air, her breasts rising ever so slightly. He was never-ending.
