The ferocity and dominance of his kiss astounded her. Abigail couldn't help but hold her breath. She gradually focused her entire attention on his warm, soft lips. She returned his kiss with an open-mouthed invitation, which he readily accepted; her arms snaked around his neck, and he drew her in closer.
His lips tasted sweet like honey, and they were moving against hers in a synchronized movement. The moist sounds created by their kissing seemed to be a harmonious part of a larger symphony, giving her a mindless ecstasy that grew with each second.
She clutched his shoulders, losing herself in his kiss. She could feel him… all of him… the citrus aroma of his cologne… his minty breath… his hair gel, and the extra smell that only belonged to him.
The most delectable aroma she could ever imagine.
She wanted to breathe him in, eat him, and drink him. She enjoyed kissing and licking him.
