Even wounded, he’d cleaned himself up nicely. His hair smelled of dark rose and pine. His breath smelled of powerful male, mint, and lust.

His tongue probed, and I parted my lips for him and allowed his delicious invasion. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and pleasure burst in me like electric fire. I gasped, only to find that I couldn’t get air into my lungs. He’d sealed them, telling me with his brutal kiss that he now controlled the air and decided when I could breathe.

At my moan ...