~ ZEV ~
The feeling of her shuddered through him, as if every inch of his skin had become a Sasha receptor. His senses were saturated in her—her touch, her scent, her voice. He literally shook with wanting her, his breath hitching and catching as they moved together. He clung to her mercilessly, unable to be close enough, overwhelmed.
What was happening to him?
He leaned into her kiss, rolling his hips, breath hot, skin hot, hands full of her and all he could do was yearn for more.
And she was the same—frantic for him, her kiss deep and urgent, open mouthed and teeth clashing, writhing to meet him.
Eyes open to devour the sight of her, Zev groaned as she let her head fall back and the light of the day painted her neck, chest and stomach for him in a soft glow, the soft, cloudy afternoon silhouetting her between the rocks so she seemed to glow.
