Betrayed by blood
He slammed his lips against hers with a desperation he couldn't contain any longer.
His arm wound around her waist, pulling her hard against him, forcing her body to mold against his. She didn't fight it, not that she wanted to. Her own need made her pliable in his grasp. She was at his mercy now.
His tongue slid into her mouth, possessive and commanding, taking what he wanted. Her soft moans were swallowed by him as his kiss deepened, each movement sent sparks of heat racing through her body. His grip tightened, fingers digging into her back as if to mark her.
She moaned into his mouth, trembling at the intensity. Her hands instinctively found his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, fast and erratic, matching her own.
