With his face only inches away, she could practically lick perspiration off his upper lip. Delectable full, firm lips to die for. The temptation to kiss him rocked through her, but she knew one taste was far too dangerous.
“I've wanted to do this since you've stepped through the door.”
He crushed his lips over hers and delved his tongue into her mouth, stroking her with a sense of ardent hunger. Her breath heaved out at the delicious assault, and then replaced it with a deep-throaty moan. She lost all focus and melted into him when he captured her face between his palms.
Christ, she wanted him badly.
The moment he angled his head to the side and ravished her lips with a groan, nothing else mattered except having him. Compelled with lust, her defense walls lowered instantly, and a rush of power charged through her blood, making her feminine parts throb with desperate need.
Feed. Take. Kill.
Stop! You have to control it. Shia jerked her head away and sucked air into her lungs, taking a mouthful at a time. The heave in her chest rose and fell, but Jaxon didn't slow down. He pressed forward and attempted to kiss her again.
“Don't,” she bit out. Any longer and she'd have drained all of his energy. At this rate, he'd be lucky to get through without even a scratch.