Rick's POV
A rush pull of desperation shredded every part of my being, my lips still coiled into hers.
She never relented, never broke away as I had expected. Instead, her arms coiled around my head, holding me firmer.
Her lips and tongue devoured every part of my lips in response.
Her kiss, wild and sensational, sent waves of chill down my spine.
I loved it. I wanted it.
My whole body screamed at me.
It was something I had dreamt of.
Like that, I continued, each kiss sending a sharp reminder of Emma through my mind. A bitter sting settled in my heart.
The kiss, bond, and passionate moment continued. The thought never stopped the flow, the bond, the connection, the kiss.
I found myself unwilling to stop, even though my breath screamed at me. I wouldn't mind cherishing the kiss even if it was my last.
I pushed her over the bed, and she landed with a bounce. Her piercing eyes locked onto mine. My vision doubled.
Her lips coiled up. Inviting. Seductive.
