A Vow of Revenge (1)
His lips are dominating her in a fierce urgency, meshing with her tongue. She moans loudly and kisses him back, softly biting his lower lip. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she presses their lips tightly together, both drowning in a moment of passion.
Dmitri’s senses are engulfed by his mate’s scent, intoxicating and intimidating. He cannot let her go because everything about her is like a drug to him. Her lips, her scent, her smile, her body. He wants it all and the beast in him is howling to mark her.
Roseanne is also overwhelmed by the sensation, craving for more closeness. She is too weak to fight but there is no will in her to fight him off. Her fingers are caressing his neck and she feels his hands all over her body. A sizzling feeling is bursting in her and she presses her body against his.
In her daze, she starts to slowly unbutton his shirt. Her hand trails down his skin until she feels something rough and swollen.