Isabella Hawthorne
The movement of his lips ignited into something fierce.
The gentleness melted away, replaced by a hungry urgency that stole my breath. Ulric's hand on my back wasn't a caress; it was a demand, his heat invading my senses with intensity. My mind reeled. I was caught off guard by the sudden shift yet unable to tear myself away. It was like a dam had burst open, a torrent of emotions I hadn't known existed flooding through me.
The kiss deepened. His tongue, bold and insistent, delved into my mouth, igniting a fire that spread from my lips to every corner of my body. My own response, hesitant at first, blossomed into a fierce need of its own. My fingers tangled in his messy hair, gripping at the thick strands as I surrendered to the raw possessiveness radiating from him
