Breeze wished like hell she wasn’t so fecking low on power. If she had enough to zap his butt she sure as shit would. “Get off me.” “No. You’re going to listen to what I have to say first.” Damn her treacherous body. Heat flooded her veins as she squirmed beneath him. Her slit became slick with liquid warmth, wanting what his body could give her. She fought back a moan as her hard nipples brushed against his firm chest, the thin material of her shirt hardly any barrier. “I don’t have to listen to one fucking—” Her eyelids peeled open wide as his lush mouth crushed down on hers. A jolt of electricity rocketed through her at the contact of his warm lips. She couldn’t resist the greedy thrust of his tongue. Parting her lips, she allowed him to stroke the depths of her mouth. Damn this warlock knew how to kiss. Her hips swiveled against his and she couldn’t miss the length of his erection pressing against her pussy. She spread her legs, cradling his waist in the vee of her thighs.
