Chapter 22

Ronika

My pulse accelerated, searing flames racing along my body, the moment Quinlan's lips touched mine. It was a wildfire-like feeling that I had never experienced before, taking control of my trembling body instantly. His lips moved against mine softly at first, leaving a tingling sensation. A rush of helplessness sucked me in when he pressed his lips harder, prompting me to part mine to accommodate him. Moans of pleasure left my mouth as his arm smoothed from my side to my thigh, rubbing and squeezing.

"Goddess Ronika," he pulled back momentarily as he huskily spoke, his eyes heavy as though he were drunk. My breath was coming out in short puffs, my chest rising and falling. I didn't know a simple, short kiss could affect every part of my body like that. My core was already heated up, and it took everything in me not to take Quinlan's hand and guide it between my legs.

"I thought I'd never taste this sweet mouth," he added, then, without a warning, lifted me up and threw me on the