Chartreuse eyes met mine, revealing a level of need I hadn’t been prepared for, and in our position, one might have expected to find tenderness or adoration, but his eyes were dark, lustful, dangerous.
His lips, full and dark parted as a wisp of breath and heat fanned against my cheeks, my eyes fluttering shut at the headiness of it all. He was intoxicating, his dizzying effect unparalleled by even the finest wines.
As his lips met mine, harder than I expected, but no less sensual, I opened, giving him access, accepting his hot tongue as it slid against mine, making me weak.
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