His true feelings

Their lips met, and the moment Dalton's tongue pressed Aria's lower lip, she parted her mouth like a freshly split–open fig, welcoming him into the warmth of her mouth. His tongue slipped inside her insistent mouth, and lips which were moist with strawberry gloss tasted like cherry.

Dalton's arms wrapped around her body, passionately holding her tight, and his fiery tongue sled inside and outside of her soft, luscious mouth. His mouth was parting her shaking lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, and evoking from her sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. And before a swimming giddiness spun her round and round, she knew that she was kissing him back.

Her hands grabbed his arm to pull his hand away from holding her face which felt like warm embers, as it raised some sort of wild fire from within him which was hard to resist. She tried hard to break away from the kiss she had never prepared for, but her mind was clouded by the desires that had been too doci