Sweet cinnamon filled her mouth as his tongue slipped past her lips. The world could end at this very moment and she wouldn’t know, wouldn’t care, wouldn’t ask for a better way to go. With a quick shift of his body, he had her pressed to the wall. The coolness helped tame the fire building over her skin. Didn’t he have some where to go? Did she really care at this point? Not when his lips were moving from hers, down her neck. ~Heaven and Dylan, What the Heart Needs~