His mouth crashes into mine, and the world dissolves.
The kiss isn’t soft. It is desperate, fiery, a collision of every unsaid word, every suppressed feeling, and weeks of pretending.
I gasp against him as his lips move with a hunger that leaves no room for doubt. His hands frame my face, firm yet reverent, and I clutch at his shirt, terrified he’d pull away.
The taste of him, the warmth of him sets something wild and untamed free inside me. I gasp again from the intensity, and he takes that chance to deepen the kiss, tilting my head back as if to claim every part of me I’d tried so hard to hide.
I melt into him, every piece of me unraveling. The fire of his kiss sears through the fear and the doubts until all that was left was us.
The bond between us comes alive, as if it has been wa
