Chapter 51 You, In My Bed

• "You, In My Bed"
• Henry had always believed kisses were boring. They were just a means to get to the good part, the part where both people involved in the act where they would fuck like rabbits in heat.
• But now, as Zoe’s soft lips were set on his, it felt better than any sex he had ever had. Her lips tasted rich, dipped with mint. She tasted like everything that could describe sin. And she was passionate about it. Grabbing the back of her head, he pushed his tongue into her.