The moment the car door shut with that soft Phei and the Goddess collided in a kiss that did not bother pretending to be gentle, because gentleness, at that exact moment, would have been insulting.
The kiss broke over them like a dam finally giving way after hours of careful pressure.
She moved first.
Her arms went around his neck with the urgency. There was nothing delicate in her actions, nothing polite, or the goddess the public believed her to be. She pulled him down as if she meant to drag him into her lungs and keep him there.
Their mouths met hard. Soft. Open. Hungry.
Phei's hands found her waist instantly, fingers closing over the warm silk of her dress with a reverence that still managed to feel possessive, the fabric slid beneath his palms. He could feel the heat of her body through it, the soft give of her curves and the slight tremor that ran through her the moment his mouth claimed hers properly.
