CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN – MAKE ME REMEMBER

His low rumble of approval vibrated against her sensitized skin, stoking the rapidly building inferno licking through her veins. Calloused palms skimmed over her ribcage, the possessive caress branding her from the inside out. "With pleasure," Lance practically growled. He seized her lips in a searing, demanding kiss that had Kayla moaning softly into his mouth. It was like a vortex of pure heat and desperation, the ravenous slide of his tongue instantly obliterating any coherent thought. This...this was what she'd been missing. The dizzying rush, the bone-deep ache, the overwhelming tidal wave of want and need crashing through her. It was as if Lance had released the floodgates to every suppressed ember of desire still smoldering within her fractured psyche. One of his hands delved into her hair, cupping the back of her skull as he angled her to deepen the kiss even further. Kayla whimpered, every nerve-ending aflame as she instinctively rocked against the insistent ridge of his