The magnetic voice settled, he leaned forward slightly, and their lips met intimately.
He took her lower lip in his mouth, gently brushing it from side to side, lightly sucking a few times, then his tongue tip gently slid across her red lips; soon, a silver thread ambiguously hung upon their lips.
Her body was weak and powerless, without his embrace she might have fallen.
He kissed her, and his large hand around her slender waist tightened gradually, holding her securely so she couldn't break free, but just perfectly, not too tightly that she'd gasp for breath.
Eva Nightingale was gently pushed by him, her slippers unknowingly slipped off, and her bare fair feet stepped onto the soft, thick Persian carpet, slowly retreating...
Unconsciously, they kissed all the way into the master bedroom, he kicked the door shut; Eva was pressed against it, utterly lost, as if her soul had been kissed away by him.
