Okay. This is actually from the third volume Eclipse, which Angela is having me read with her. God-willing, more similar posts will follow.
"Making the most of my last seconds, I crushed myself closer, molding myself to the shape of him. The tip of my tongue traced the curve of his ________; it was flawlessly smooth as if it had been polished, and the taste --
"He pulled my face away, . . . breaking my hold with ease -- he probably didn't realize that I was using all of my strength." (p. 44)