Ok..I found a kiss from my historical novella about illicit love between a Catholic priest and a gypsy woman, who was part wolf and could raise the dead, entitled "The SheWolf and the Priest".....
After a few moments Steven brushed the side of her cheek with warm fingers then tilted her chin up to meet his mouth. His lips met hers softly, gently, while Angelora’s heart fluttered madly in her chest. He kissed her long and thoroughly and when he drew back his breaths were fast and shallow.
He kissed her forehead, her temple, tracing his lips beneath her ear to the hollow of her throat. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, loving the way he made her feel. “Angelora, my angel,” he said softly into her ear as he continued to kiss her.
Angelora’s mind swam with delicious thoughts. He kissed her the way she remembered so vividly, yet somehow these kisses were different. It was as if he were saying he was hers for the taking. All she had to do was accept him. How could she do that? Even if he wasn’t a man of the cloth, she was still a Potsyi. “Steven,” she said tearing her lips from his. “Steven, we must stop.”
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