Lion of Midnight – First Kiss

His lips touched hers tenderly. Back and forth, they moved across hers, as if he were learning their feel and texture. It was a good thing she was seated, for her legs wouldn’t have been able to hold her. Tightening her fist, she shivered as his tongue slipped along the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. With a moan, Cleo opened for him.

He didn’t invade her mouth. Instead, he explored it. His other hand settled against the nape of her neck, holding her closer. Her belly clenched as he teased the sensitive skin in time with his seductive sweeps within her mouth. He tasted as good as he smelled. Better, even. Her eyes drifted closed as he continued to delve into each inch of her mouth.



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