51. Captive Hearts

He tilted his head down, surprising Marissa with his sudden movement. Instinctively, she lifted hers, gasping as their mouths collided in a searing kiss. It was hot and wet, almost painful in its intensity as they both revealed their desperation for each other. His body pressed her against the brick wall, drawing a groan from her lips as she eagerly parted them.

Her hands wrapped around his neck, fingers twisting in his hair and pulling him closer. His tongue delved into her mouth, tasting and sliding against hers. As his hand moved to grip her arse, Marissa sucked on his lip before teasingly biting it, smiling when he leaned in further with a moan of pleasure.

"Have I ever told you, you're a good kisser," Marissa murmured against his mouth, her breath warm against his skin. "Really good."

He chuckled, licking along the seam of her lips and savoring her taste. "I want you, Marissa. Do you see now?" he whispered huskily, desire evident in his voice.

"Mmm, I think," she replied, gently