Ren's mouth claimed Anna's again, the kiss deepening into something raw and urgent.
Their first makeout had been in a Anna's house, when she was innocent...when she was afraid to stand up against her own fate, where the world felt innocent.
Back then, he'd pinned her against the bed, his hands exploring her curves with tentative boldness, while she melted into him, her breaths coming in soft, surprised gasps.
But even after him taking her virginity, Ren never got her ability proving he didn't love her.
Now, in this dingy room, he pressed her harder against the wall, his tongue invading her mouth with the same commanding rhythm, but amplified by years of separation and unspoken hunger.
He nipped at her lower lip, just like before, drawing a whimper from her that echoed the one from their past. But this time, his grip on her hair was firmer, tilting her head back to expose her throat, reminding her who led this dance.
