REBECCA
The last time I'd kissed Reiner had not been like that. Yes, there had been pleasure, and excitement, but it was all muffled by alcohol, tiredness, and the fact that, well, the bond was not active yet.
That time, during that night, it had felt like incredible, unrepeatable - the best of the best.
Compared to what it was like to kiss him now, sober and with the bond active, that time felt like crap.
As soon as my lips touched his, the world around me, around us, disappeared, leaving room only for him - and for the way he was making me feel.
When he had first kissed me, there had been such a hunger, such a burning need, on his part, that I had struggled to keep up; now, however, he was kissing me calmly, softly - as if we had all the time in the world and, above all, were in
