Conflict Of Emotions

He was relentless, his mouth moving against hers with a demanding insistence. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against her, the firmness of his muscles as they moved together. His hands were everywhere, touching and caressing, stoking the flames of her desire. She was drowning in the sensation, lost in the kiss, in the heady rush of pleasure it was sending through her. It was both exciting and overwhelming, a flood of sensations that threatened to overpower her entirely.

His voice was hoarse and ragged as he broke the kiss, his breathing heavy. "Damn, you taste so goddamn delicious," he growled, his eyes roaming her face, lingering on her parted, wet lips. The sight of her, disheveled and panting, was driving him crazy. He wanted her, needed her, his body tense and coiled with the desperate need to possess her.