Being unable to see and only relying on hearing and touch made me a little anxious. I could have spied on him with magic, but I chose not to—I would follow his will.

Suddenly, thin, cold, and dry lips brushed against mine.

I felt the wetness of his tongue gliding along my lower lip, and a gasp escaped my mouth when he captured it and sucked it between his teeth.

Our bodies burned with excitement, my trembling hands clenched against his chest.

I parted my lips and felt his move over mine—possessive, slow, delicious, wet, sensual.

One of his hands gripped the back of my neck, controlling me, while the other remained over my eyes, keeping me blind.

His tongue pushed in to explore, to claim me, and I met him halfway, caressing him with my own.

We had done far more shameless things before, yet this kiss felt so intimate.

“Mmmm,” I moaned and hissed, suppressing my desire.

I tilted my head to deepen it, urging him to devour me harder, more passionately. My hands grasped his shoulders, holdi