She moaned, a combination of distress and capitulation to his words leaving her lips. He captured the sound with his mouth, taking her lips with his for the first time, stealing her breath with a growl. He wasn't gentle. There were too many years of waiting between them. Too many long, agonizing years. Too many spoken and unspoken words. He took her mouth with a violence that shocked her to the core, yet told her unequivocally whose woman she was. There would be no escape for the escape artist.
He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth until she thought she would choke on it. He forced himself into every part of her mouth, memorizing every facet and imprinting himself on her. Taking from her without asking. His teeth clashed against hers until she was sure he would cut her. She whimpered,
