I leaned into him, gripping his shoulders.
Rohan groaned, his hand on my hip, jerking me to him. He boldly thrust his tongue into my mouth, demanding complete control, tasting of candied fennel seeds and raw need.
The kiss turned reckless, as seductively dark as it was exhilaratingly bright. It slowed and lingered before once more turning feverish. A river of whirling eddies and slow, lazy drifts.
Rohan kissed me harder and rougher, absolutely presumptuous, his hands fisting in my hair. I pressed my palms against the small of his back, drawing him even closer. I wanted no delineation between where he stopped and I started.
I was delirious, lost in a live-wire crackle. My blood was rocket fuel, my heart lifting off under this hot breathlessness. Nothing had ever prepared me for this kiss. It demanded everything. Gave everything.
Rohan planted a lingering kiss beneath my jaw before pulling away. I reached out blindly for him, my fingers closing on air. Opening my eyes, I found him watching me. He didn't give me a smug smile like I expected. In fact, he looked troubled, like maybe he'd gotten more than he expected and wished he could take it back.
I placed my fingers against my swollen lips, my heart hammering in my ears.
Any qualms of his vanished between one blink and the next, as with the arch of an eyebrow, Rohan tucked a lock of hair behind my ear, his arrogance back in full form. "Any questions?"
End of Book Two