“WHEN AT LAST THEIR LIPS MET, Angel was transported straight to heaven. His took immediate control, pressing hers wider for easy insertion of his wet tongue.
Mr. Devlin proceeded to inspect every corner of her eager mouth, his free hand reaching up to grab a generous handful of raven locks.
She grunted into his opened mouth when he tightened his grip, forcing her onto her tippy-toes.
His other hand was unrestrained between her legs…”