“Desmond!” Dasha blurted out in surprise.
As he spanned her small waist with his large hands, he leaned forward to devour her lips, and she was lost in his ravaging kiss. She heard herself moaning in a throaty voice that seemed unlike hers in normal circumstances. His tongue prodded into her open mouth, moving in a circular motion, tasting her deeply and thoroughly. His own low guttural sound vibrated in her mouth and sent her every cell to overdrive.
She darted her own tongue to duel with his. French kissing him made her breathless and feel hot. He was delicious in every sense of the word.
She could feel her lady bits reacting to this almost instantaneously. The faint pulsation of her core became prominent with each passing second. The need to be filled was vivid that her body screamed
