He gripped her head with his strong, callused hands, holding it in place while he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue before thrusting inside. His taste exploded through her senses as she gripped his wrists, holding on for dear life. The kiss built and built until nothing existed but Remi and the passion burning between them. The tip of his tongue traced a sizzling line across the roof of her mouth and the velvety inside flesh of her lip. Her knees weakened and her legs threatened to cave beneath her as heat consumed her body. None of her dreams compared to the reality of his hot, greedy mouth on hers, the rough sweetness of his tongue, the hard strength of his hands on her skin and in her hair. She half-expected to wake up at any second, panting in need. Time stood immobile, everything in her unwaveringly focused on the kiss, the touch of lips and tongues, the back and forth drive as he drank from her, tasted her, cajoled her tongue into his mouth. When he lifted his head, they were both breathing haphazardly.
