She kissed him again.
And again.
Each time harder, needier.
Her lips were wet with tears and hunger. Her chest heaved with every breath, and her voice trembled between kisses:
"You're the only one… that makes the pain stop…"
Her words cracked, spilling directly into his mouth.
"Even if it kills me, just… don't push me away…"
She stared at him, eyes red glassy, desperate, determined.
He looked at her.
There was a moment of pause, a second of silence
Then, he kissed her back.
Her eyes fluttered wide in shock before she moaned softly into the kiss, her hips shifted on top of him, instinctively rubbing against his lower abdomen.
Her fingers, trembling, trailed down from his chest, through the open robe, lower.
Her hand reached his crotch.
She cupped it.
Heavy. Hot, and alive.
Her fingers curled around the thick, bulging length, then both hands moved together, cradling it completely, like she was holding something sacred, yet shamelessly curious.
