He kissed her with abandon, encouraged by her hands, how they slid over his body and held onto him. Owen began to deepen his thrusts, his mouth falling away from hers to pepper soft kisses along her jaw and down to her throat. For the first time since he had woken up in Zenith, Owen found himself forgetting about where he was, and his situation. His surroundings disappeared, and all that was left was Cecilia. He couldn't remember the last time a woman had so completely taken over every aspect of his being, but he wasn't running from it. Couldn't.