““Poured his grief into me in the form of a wet violent kiss, and had come alive as soon as we’d fallen to the carpet in a tangle of limbs. As soon as our bodies had pressed together, he’d become a man possessed, and his hands had been everywhere on my body. Even now, I felt the phantom touch of his body against mine. Hands in my hair, tongue in my mouth, hips grinding against my own. And then the way he’d torn at my clothes, impatient and desperate, before flipping me onto my hands and knees. I””
