As he kissed her, Mirabella gave in easily, her lips parting under his forceful mouth. The kiss was not soft, neither was it tender. It was wild, demanding, heated—an overwhelming rush of dominance poured into her mouth. His lips pressed hard against hers, as though he wanted to devour her whole, and his tongue invaded her like it had every right to claim every inch of her.

Her chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, her heart pounding violently as his mouth worked hers. He swallowed her gasp, ...