Theo felt the world tilt under her feet, and a barrelling storm swallowed her up too. One moment, her eyes were wide open with shock, and the next, they had fallen closed.
He tasted like heat, and smoke, like someone who lived very close to danger. His lips moved against hers with a harsh, consuming hunger like every second he hadn't kissed her had been a grave mistake.
Theo gasped against his onslaught of kisses, and the sound undid something in him again. He deepened the kiss, stealing more of her breath, taking more than she knew how to give.
One hand slid to the back of her neck, and his lips demanded even more like he couldn't get enough. Theo gasped again, her head beginning to spin.
The heat from him was making her tremble uncontrollably, and he felt every inch of it. His heat was impossible to escape, and he growled again and forced her lips to part with his tongue, delving into her mouth.
