A Demon’s Kiss
I don't stop my advance until my bare chest is pressed against his, my lips so close to his I can feel his warm breath brushing against them, tempting me.
Once I kiss him, I'm not sure I'll have it in me to stop.
But right now, I don't care.
He wraps his hand through my hair, lips brushing tentatively against mine.
I'm not sure which one of us accelerated the kiss first, but in one moment it was soft, careful and sweet, and the next, my breath has almost been completely stolen from my body, Kastriv tongue sweeping through my mouth as if he owns it.
I hold onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin. With one hand on my hair, the other on my waist, he keeps me pinned against me, kiss