Celine could hear her own heartbeat, it's epic palpitations in her chest when his mouth closed over her own again.
It still shocked her the way his kiss could make her feel so many things. Like when his lips brushed teasingly against hers, and how she couldn't stop the soft yielding sigh from escaping her lips, or how the tender caress of his lips caused her stomach to be assaulted by a flurry of what felt like a thousand butterflies.
The kiss stretched on, slow and measured, savoring her lips inch by inch until his tongue softly coaxed her into opening up to him. Her knees went weak again when his tongue entangled with her own, and it felt like her body wasn't in her control, she couldn't stop the small sounds that rose up her throat, nor could she stop her hands when they encircled his neck, before she knew it she was gripping him tightly, her trembling fingers buried in his smooth silky hair.
