Amber's mind shut down entirely at his touch. For a split second, she stiffened, wondering if this was really happening or just a figment of her imagination. But when Hunter moved slightly and grazed her lips again, harder, a second time, Amber was lost, her brain turning to a puddle heap once more.
His first kiss was light as a feather, just a mere brush of their lips. Amber barely felt a thing.
His second kiss was questioning, inquiring. Asking if it would be all right and if it so, would Amber reciprocate? And she did so by parting her lips, inviting him in.
Hunter maneuvered in on her signal, sinking deep and demanding her mouth, her tongue, her very soul. With his lips, he teased, with his tongue he chased, and Amber could do nothing but obey. When she tried to turn, he simply chased her mouth back, capturing her lips once more with a tilt of his head.
His kisses were overwhelming.
He was overwhelming, taking everything she offered and more.
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