Groaning into the rough kiss, lips parted to allow more access- whether to his mouth or creating a larger cut on his lip, he didn't really care. Soft and romantic would not have fit their relationship in an manner. Even the softest moments had a sharp edge.
Heart pounding trying to keep up with the blood rushing downward, he scoffed. "I think Destiny's face would be worse." Lynda was the mother-on-the-run, but Destiny kept the family magic over everyone else. She kept trying to pull them apart.
Hungrily kissing Roman back, he was still trapped in the other's grasp, but wanted more. His nerves were selling into the desire and chemistry between them. "Take anything you want," a knowing murmur against his lips.