Right now, Hannah's pulse was racing, her senses buzzing as if someone had struck a live wire inside her chest. Her vision swam not from dizziness, but from the sheer intensity of it. It was frightening and intoxicating all at once.
And that was barely a kiss.
Then Hannah wrenched her captured hand free with a burst of strength and claimed his mouth, kissing him hard.
Taryn stiffened in surprise, clearly taken aback, but only for a moment. A low groan escaped him as he recovered, his grip tightening as he kissed her back with the same fierce intensity.
Hannah might have been the one who started this but Taryn was determined to bring them both to ruin.
His mouth claimed hers with deliberate pressure and hunger, lips moving against hers like he intended to devour her whole. Hannah's head swimmed, melting into the kiss right before she bit him.
Taryn might hold the reins here but she was a wild cat and would stand her ground.
