It wasn't gentle. It wasn't slow. It was a collision. Their mouths met with a force that bruised. They kissed each other as if they were struggling for who would drink the water of life first, desperate and thirsty. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed, breath mingled in hot, frantic gasps. She tasted his desire.
Marissa put her hands into his hair, gripping the thick, dark strands, pulling his head closer, deepening the kiss until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. She wanted to consume him.
Derek groaned into her mouth, a sound of pure relief. His hands moved from her back to her shoulders. He found the thin straps of her nightgown.
He pulled them down.
The delicate silk gave way with a soft tearing sound. The gown fell to her waist, pooling around her hips, leaving her upper body bare to the cool air and his hot, ravenous gaze.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other.
