His mouth opened. His tongue found her lips. Pushed between them. Her mouth yielded. The tongue entered. Found hers. The contact, the wet, warm, 'our-tongues-are-touching' contact, made her body shudder against his.
"Mmm—" she moaned into his mouth. The sound was muffled. Swallowed by the kiss. The vibration traveled through their joined lips. Her hands, on his waist, tightened. Her fingers dug into his shirt. The fabric tore further.
His tongue explored her mouth. The inside of her cheeks. The roof of her palate. The underside of her tongue. The kiss was not gentle anymore. It was claiming. Possessive. The 'you-are-mine' kiss that he gave every woman, delivered with the same intensity, the same hunger, the same 'I-will-take-everything-you-have' drive.
