Anastasia ran her fingers through Declan's thick hair, down the nape of his neck, over the broad bridge of his shoulders. Slick and hot, his mouth claimed hers. On contact, she felt something inside her bend and snap. Winding her arms around his neck once more, she pulled on the back of his head, dragging him closer, harder against her. The delicious weight of him on her sent a familiar jolt of vertigo splintering through her aroused body. Every time he touched her, swept his tongue in her mouth, tangled it with hers, her head spun and the world fell away beneath her.
Her fingertips grazed his columned throat at the same time he glided his hands down hers. A trail of goosebumps followed in his wake. Again, his wing lifted her up to meet him, rubbing his deliciously hard manhood against he
