Heat blossomed low in her belly as their lips parted, only to reconnect in perfect sync. A deep growl rumbled through Yoa's chest, vibrating into hers as their tongues tangled. She felt him shiver, and a low, breathy whimper escaped her lips when he pressed her hips into his. Her body moved instinctively, grinding against him in a slow, heated rhythm, pursuing the sensations building between them.
The sound of tearing material followed the path of Yoa's hand as he dragged it back down Nova's back. She shivered as the dress loosened, falling away slightly, exposing her skin more. Instead of pulling away, she only pressed closer, clinging to him. It was hot. So freakin' hot.
Yoa's hands returned to her hips, gripping her firmly as their mouths fought for dominance—teasing, tongues stroking, teeth tugging and grazing over each other's lips.
