The kiss didn't end. It devoured. What began as brutal collision—her mouth smashing into his with enough force to bruise bone—slowly twisted into something blacker, wetter, more obscene. Something that swallowed breath, reason, and every last shred of restraint.
Dravenna kissed him like she wanted to unmake him through his mouth. Like four years of pent-up, clawing celibacy had finally been given warm meat to rip into. Her tongue plunged deep—brutal, claiming, stroking his with thick, sloppy, pornographicdrags that reeked of starvation and dominance.
She sucked his bottom lip until the skin split and hot copper bloomed, bit down vicious enough to tear a bead of blood, then dragged her tongue over the wound in one long, filthy, savoring lick that made his growl vibrate against her teeth.
Phei tried to take it back. Tried to fist her jaw, angle her, fuck her mouth on his terms.
