Their kiss was no timid exploration—it was all fire and need and the sweet violence of two people who had tried too hard for too long to stay apart.
The tension that had simmered beneath every glance, every touch, and every biting word finally erupted, and for a moment, the rest of the world simply ceased to exist.
He kissed her like a man who'd waited for this, dreamed of it, gone half-mad wanting it—and she answered with a desperation that betrayed her own hidden longing.
His lips moved with surprising tenderness, but there was an edge to it—a demand, and silent plea not to stop.
As his tongue found hers, she let out an unnerving moan, slid her fingers up to the nape of his neck, drawing him even closer, and she felt his breath hitch in response.
It was intoxicating, electric and most importantly—real.
Time slipped sideways. Until somewhere in their subconscious—it seems—they heard someone clearing their throat followed by a low, "wow!"
