But just Yelena was enjoying her loving kisses, to her surprise, he didn't stop there.
The gentleness that had melted her heart in the last few seconds dissolved into a sudden, consuming surge of pure, raw, animistic possession.
With a speed that stole her breath, his hands, large and warm, dropped from her back and clamped down with a firm, possessive grip on the plump curve of her buttocks. The rough friction of his palms against the worn fabric of her slacks was a shock that made her gasp.
He then squeezed the yielding flesh, fingers digging in, before lifting her completely up and off the floor. Her legs swung free, and a small, startled cry escaped her lips, instantly cut short as his mouth descended.
This kiss was nothing like the tender butterfly touches before.
"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"
It was a hungry, aggressive plunder.
