Chapter 36: In His Snare (2)
Heat blossomed low in her belly as their lips parted, only to reconnect in perfect sync. A deep growl rumbled through Yoa’s chest, vibrating into hers as their tongues tangled. She felt him shiver, and a low, breathy whimper escaped her lips when he pressed her hips into his. Her body moved instinctively, grinding against him in a slow, heated rhythm, pursuing the sensations building between them.
The sound of tearing material followed the path of Yoa’s hand as he dragged it back down Nova’s back. She shivered as the dress loosened, falling away slightly, exposing her skin more. Instead of pulling away, she only pressed closer, clinging to him. It was hot. So freakin’ hot.
Yoa’s hands returned to her hips, gripping her firmly as their mouths fought for dominance—teasing, tongues stroking, teeth tugging and grazing over each other’s lips.
With her eyes closed, Nova was in utter awe of how he made her feel. Fireworks erupted behind her lids, butterflies stirred in her stomach—then melted into mush from the heat pooling low in her belly.
It was ludicrous how this man, this wild, barbaric man, could make her feel so alive with just a kiss.
She didn’t want it to stop. The kiss. The way he made her feel. She didn’t want it to end.
There was a pulse of energy throbbing between them. Kissing Chad seems so dull in comparison. it was as if her time with him had been a long-forgotten dream, and now she was finally awake... blissfully awake.
Every stroke of Yoa’s tongue, every graze of his teeth, and his mostly controlled hands sent bursts of passion crackling through her. It was highly addictive—dangerously so—and she was drowning in a haze of coconut, spices and this wild man, this wild beast, Yoa.
Yoa’s hands slid up her thighs, under her dress, gripping at her skin as he kissed her like he couldn’t breathe and she was his air. Nova shivered, and goosebumps bloomed across her skin at his demanding touch, the feel of his growing length making her suddenly feel parched, and an ache grew between her thighs. Her fingers gripped a little tighter in his thick mess of hair as their kissing somehow grew even more heated, their hips moving with more urgency.