Chapter 36

All common sense flew out the window.

All that mattered was the pair of soft lips that moved ardently against his. Hades, she felt so good. So good against him. Her hands gripped his shirt tightly, and he groaned, his hand tightening on her neck slightly, tilting her head so he could have better access.

Her mouth tasted so good. A tang of honey, a bit of wine, and then something sweeter. He slipped his tongue between her lips, swallowing her sighs and moans when it tangled with her tongue.

More, his body cried. More, rip those fucking clothes. Take it all.

His arm tightened around her waist, and Keith found himself becoming increasingly aware of her suppleness against him. His body hardened with need. A need only she could fill. He broke the kiss and heard her moan in objection.

“No, please,” She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Cassandra,” he murmured, breathing her scent in as he dragged his nose down her cheeks and into the groove of