He took her face in his hands, gave her one bruising kiss after another, stealing her breath. Their breathing was hot and rushed, filling each other’s ears. His hands were in her hair. Hers were on the back of his neck. He nipped her from time to time, careful enough to not draw blood. Her lips were swollen and glistening when he finally pulled away—her eyes were lowered, strands of hair had fallen across her face.