Rose's POV
He kissed me hard — deep, devouring, and possessive. His tongue stroked against mine with demanding hunger, swallowing every soft whimper that escaped me. The taste of wine and berries still lingered on his lips, but beneath it was something darker, something purely him. One of his hands cradled the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair to hold me exactly where he wanted me, while the other gripped my hip, pulling my body flush against his.
When he finally tore his mouth from mine, I was already breathless, lips swollen and tingling. He didn’t give me time to recover. His lips trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of my throat, sucking lightly at the sensitive spot where my pulse raced wildly. I tilted my head back with a gasp, offering him more access.
