This was an unpleasant, even "terrible," kiss filled with the bloody taste of rust.
His lips were pressed down hard, bumping against his teeth; the dull pain had no time to register before it was swept away by a new wave of aggression.
The pressure of this kiss was simply too overwhelming. His mouth was invaded, his tongue driven to stir, and even the air was squeezed out of him in an instant.
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