Azael kissed Sophia hard and deep, his hand cupping the back of her neck as he claimed her mouth with unrestrained hunger. Sophia kissed him back just as fiercely, her full lips parting eagerly, her tongue meeting his in a wet, passionate dance. The taste of her, sweet wine and warm desire, flooded his senses.
When they finally broke apart, both breathing heavily, Azael rested his forehead against hers. His violet eyes searched her hazel ones, serious despite the obvious bulge straining in his trousers.
"You really want to do this?" he asked, voice low and rough. "You're a married woman… Last time we stopped before crossing the line. Are you sure you want to go further?"
Sophia's hazel eyes were dark with lust, her cheeks flushed. Her brown hair fell in loose, warm waves past her shoulders, framing her mature, beautiful face. The dark blue gown clung to her body, the bold neckline teasingly revealing the soft swell of her full breasts.
