Possessive Madness

Phoebe felt the air flee her lungs as Dane’s kiss grew fierce, stealing every breath she tried to take.

His mouth traced a slow, possessive path from her trembling lips along the fragile ridge of her jaw, down to the curve where her neck began.

“Dane... w-what’s gotten into you? Are you mad?” she gasped. She pushed at his shoulders, but it was like shoving a wall of stone.

“Mad? Perhaps I am a lit