[The feel of his mouth, the deep sensual tone of his voice, and the steam surrounding them all make her feel so dizzy. Like if he wasn't holding onto her, she might just float away. His hands embed themselves in the curls that have come loose, forcing her head back up. And he pulls her to him so fast that she barely has time to take a breath before his lips come crashing into hers again and he's tasting her. She lets out another moan, one that is soft and feminine and completely helpless.
Cornelia returns the kiss eagerly, hands moving to the back of his head as her mouth opens for him, her tongue brushing his lips before exploring inside. Her hips move against him, a slow, tormenting motion that incites tiny shudders to ripple down her back, small quivers that steadily build somewhere deep in her stomach, all driving her closer and closer to quenching whatever yearning need he's ignited inside of her.]