Zayden immediately took control, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow, sensual way.
Ten minutes slipped by in a haze of heat and tangled limbs, tongues fighting for dominance as gasps were swallowed by hungry kisses.
When Zayden finally pulled back, they were both breathing heavily.
Aylin stared at him, dazed, her lips swollen and red. "What... what are you doing? I didn't even wash my face or brush my teeth yet, and you're already..."
Zayden's grin was cheeky. "I don't care."
"Zayden!" Aylin complained, but she was smiling, too.
"What?" He nuzzled her neck, planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on her pulse. "You taste amazing. Morning breath and all."
"That's gross," Aylin replied, but she tilted her head to give him better access.
"That's love," Zayden said, playfully biting where her neck met her shoulder.
Aylin gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You're impossible."
"You love it," he whispered against her skin.
