Sylas’ mouth crashed against mine, and my lips parted as his tongue slid in and began to claim every inch of me. I felt my body melt as I moaned into the kiss.

My hands tightly gripped his shirt as he pressed me hard against the wall. The kiss deepens, turning slow and deliberate as his tongue began to stroke mine in long, lazy sweeps.

He tasted me so thoroughly while his hands began to roam down my body. We only broke apart for a couple of seconds just to take deep breaths, and then, we went right back.

His teeth grazed my lips, and our breathing began to become...