It had been four months since Christine had been kissed, ever since Ethan's diagnosis.
Adrian's kisses were completely different from Ethan's.
Ethan had always been gentle with his kisses, whether saying goodbye before work each morning or giving her goodnight kisses before bed. Even during lovemaking, her husband would act like an affectionate puppy, slowly tracing her lips with his tongue until she contentedly parted them. Only then would he slip his tongue inside, tenderly sucking on her tongue tip.
Those kisses felt like gentle questions, asking permission to enter her body.
In contrast, Adrian's kiss was absolutely dominating and fierce, nearly suffocating her.
