Damon

My hands circled around her waist, drawing smooth patterns on the soft fabric. She pulled my head down towards her before slipping her tongue across my lips, and I couldn't help but let her in. Isabella's intrusion was soft, sensual, and so delicate my mind wanted to explode.

Her little tongue moved over mine, lifting it, probing it gently as though she was poking me with soft cotton fluff. I felt her smile against my lips as her hands began to move over my chest.

She found my belt and began to pull at the blue shirt I was clad in. Once she had freed my shirt from its...