Chapter 51

• But her mouth really did taste of heaven. The sheer exquisite I-can't-get-enough-of-this pleasure of it was completely taking him over. And while he devoured she let herself be eaten, denying him nothing—nothing.
• She was his for the taking…
• This shouldn't be happening, Camille was telling herself over and over. It made no difference. She loved the taste of him too much, the tight masculine domination with which the kiss was being sold. He tasted of wine, and hot desire. She was dizzy on one and burning up on the other.