Leilani.
His lips found mine in a tango that was both hot and frantic… and punishing, it had my toes curling in delight.
And when he thrust his tongue into my mouth, claiming me, yet in a tentative manner, everything around me disappeared, disintegrating into nothing but stardust.
The kiss was urgent, like he was in a rush, but slow, as if taking his time while he was in a rush— as if that was even normal.
I moaned when his tongue teased mine, sending a shiver jolting down my spine. And gosh, I could almost feel the emotions he wasn't saying, pouring into every movement. I could almost sense the way this wasn't just passion; How it was need, longing… How it was a thousand unspoken words.
Words that would never be heard… words that I never wanted to hear.
