Zayne slammed his lips to hers, devouring the puffs of those sounds and owning it like it belonged to him.
Fuck it.
He was done for.
He was a complete mess for her.
She tasted like everything he'd ever imagined. Such sweet surrender with the mix of the whiskey she'd consumed.
A single taste, and his first thought was 'Mine'
He sucked on her bottom lip, biting down gently.
Evelyn shook against him, shoulders bouncing up and down. Her fingers fisted into his hair, breaking off the elastic band and letting it loose. She yanked him as close as possible, deepening the kiss herself.
Well, she was wild about this.
Evelyn felt like her chest could burst apart. Was this truly it? Has everyone who'd ever kissed felt like this? Because this felt so good. No, she didn't even think kissing could be this… exhilarating. Or was it just him? Because she was sure that bad kisses existed.
