Dorian's POV
Heaven—that's what she tasted like as I drew Elena against me.
Her kiss burned with hunger, fierce and demanding, and I met it completely, my tongue exploring her mouth while my hands mapped every curve of her body.
"Dorian..." Elena's moan vibrated against my throat as my lips found her neck.
Her fingers worked at my shirt buttons, tracing the hard lines of my chest, sending electricity straight through me.
I kissed down her throat, my mouth trailing slowly toward her chest. Part of me waited for her to pull back, to stop this before we crossed the line, but she didn't.
Instead, she pressed closer, and I buried my face against her breasts.
"Elena. Sugar..." I gasped, helpless as her scent overwhelmed me.
I pressed my erection between her thighs and she clung to me, trembling.
I kissed her—slow, then fast—letting the softness of her mouth consume me. Then I planted kisses along her cleavage.
I craved more. God, I wanted every inch of her.
