Lilith's breath hitched, surprise flooding her senses, but it lasted only a heartbeat. Her fingers curled into the front of his coat, pulling him closer before she even realized what she was doing. She melted into him, her mouth parting for him as a low sound escaped her throat, a soft sigh that made his chest tighten.
His lips slammed onto hers with a hunger that stole the breath from her lungs. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress as if anchoring himself or perhaps trying to tear her apart.
His body pressed into hers, pinning her against the tree. She could feel every inch of him, every taut ridge of muscle, every ounce of restraint slowly slipping from his grip.
His lips left hers only to trail down her jaw, biting into the tender skin of her neck and marking her with his desire. "You drive me fucking insane, Lilith," he hissed against her throat.
