Lin Feng tasted her thoroughly, unhurriedly, mapping the soft heat of her mouth the way a man might claim territory he already intended to keep.
The kiss stretched on. Seconds blurred.
He varied the pressure. It was deep and claiming one moment, almost teasing the next and never giving her quite enough time to recover her composure.
When he sucked lightly on her lower lip, she trembled. When he stroked the roof of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, a small, helpless sound escaped her.
His hand at her back pressed her a fraction closer, so that the full length of her body aligned with his, and still he did not rush.
A full minute passed before he finally eased the kiss into something softer, lingering, reluctant to end. Even then he did not pull away at once.
He brushed his lips against hers once more, then again, tasting the residual heat, letting her feel the promise of more.
