Donovan's mouth crashed onto hers with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his lips feverish as he devoured her in a kiss that left no room for restraint.
His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her against him until there was nothing between them– no air, no space, not even sanity. He kissed her like he meant to ruin her, like the taste of her was both his salvation and a curse he couldn't resist all at once, and that alone drew a deep moan from her.
The moment her tongue brushed against his, a guttural sound rumbled from his chest, primal and possessive. He claimed her mouth without hesitation, deepening the kiss as he sucked and explored her with an almost punishing intensity, as though she were something he had lost and finally reclaimed. Esme's fingers dug into his shoulders, clutching him as though she'd fall apart if she let go.
She met his fervor with equal passion, whilst her body responded instinctively, helplessly, against his.
