"Hah," I let out a breath as he breaks the kiss for a second only to entrap my mouth again.
This is too much.
This is nothing like my first or following kisses.
This is hotter, far more hotter than all the kisses I've had before. When I first met Rowan, I thought he was a skillful kisser, but I must have been dumb, real dumb.
I must have been delusional to think so because right now, the other kisses I've had are starting to fade away from my memory, feeling and all… This kiss, this kiss with Duke is overriding it all.
The more his tongue twists and turns inside my mouth, the more I want from him.
The bitter taste of alcohol in his tongue is evident and yet beneath that bitter taste is a sweet nectar that I didn't know could exist in a person's mouth. It's just a kiss and yet, it's not. It's something more…
