Zara shuddered at the intrusion, her body arching toward him despite herself, as if pulled by an invisible magnet.
The taste of red wine lingered on his tongue, mingling with the warmth of his breath until it intoxicated her senses. The faint masculine spice of his scent wrapped around her, searing into her skin, making her dizzy with want. Her mind went blank; there was nothing but Nathaniel—his lips, his breath, his heat.
A moan slipped from her throat as she clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into the hard muscles beneath his shirt. The sound seemed to ignite something darker in him, and he kissed her even harder, tilting her head back to ravage her mouth completely.
Their tongues tangled in a fierce duel, turning the kiss into a consuming firestorm. Every brush of his mouth sent sparks racing through her veins, every press of his tongue set her body aflame. It was a wild, reckless, and maddening kiss that awakened a desire too powerful to suppress.
