She opened for him completely, her tongue tangling with his in a wet, frantic rhythm. They exchanged breath and saliva, a slick, intimate seal that refused to break even as they gasped for air.
He bit down on her full lower lip, tugging it with his teeth, feeling the soft flesh stretch and snap back. She moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through his skull, her taste flooding his senses… hot, wet, and undeniably alive.
They kissed until their lungs burned, breaking apart only for a fraction of a second to gulp down the cool night air before crashing back together with renewed violence.
Sol's hands were everywhere, unwilling to leave any part of her unclaimed. He molded the curve of her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, leaving white marks that faded slowly. He gripped her hips, anchoring her against him, pulling her pelvis flush against his so she could feel the hard ridge of his desire through the fabric.
