He leaned in and kissed her again, this time with a slow, deliberate passion that left her breathless. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, demanding entrance, and she hesitantly complied, opening her mouth to his insistent pressure. The kiss was intense, and overwhelming, and left her feeling dizzy and disoriented.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were still cold, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in them. "Now, you try," he commanded.
Isabella's heart pounded as she prepared herself. She leaned in again, this time trying to mimic his actions. She felt a strange, unwelcome sensation as her tongue touched his, an intimacy that felt both wrong and oddly stirring. She hated herself for the small spark of pleasure that ignited within her as their tongues met, hated him for mak
