She knew accepting his lips upon her own had been wrong. But the familiarity in his taste had forced her to relinquish every ounce of apprehension that had been built since she had been reacquainted with him. The hunger he had for her lips had been self-evident as she shared his ravenous feeling. Cartier ran her hands through his hair before he brought his touch beneath her legs, having lifted her against the exterior of the tree; all while Damon blushed from witnessing them nearby.
"Jesus, babydoll…" he breathed against her neck before caressing her breast, furthering her lust for him, despite those that passed beside them in their own vehicles. But at the same instance that she had realized she would always want him and he would always make her weak, they were met with an interruption.
