Cassidy shivers the second Zeke's tongue slides into her mouth. The kiss turns hotter, deeper—his tongue moving slowly against hers, tasting her like he's been craving this. Their breaths mingle, growing heavier, more desperate with every passing second. Then he pulls back just enough to suck lightly on her bottom lip, dragging it between his teeth in a slow, teasing motion. A soft moan escapes her lips before she can stop it, her body reacting on its own.
Hearing Cassidy's soft moan only turns Zeke on even more. His body moves on instinct—hungry, and impatient. Without even realizing it, he's already on top of her, their lips still locked as he presses her down onto the sofa.
His kisses grow rougher, more desperate, like a man dying of thirst finally tasting water. He devours her mouth, not holding back. One of his hands slides under her blouse, his fingers exploring her soft, warm skin.
