𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗧𝗶𝗴𝗲𝗿 [ʀᴡʙʏ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏᴄ]

Chapter 21

Before I could fully catch my breath, Weiss leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine with a newfound urgency. This time, there was no hesitation-only a raw, unspoken need that pulled us closer together.

Her hands slid from my shoulders to the back of my neck, her touch light but firm, as though she didn't want to risk letting me go. I felt the faint chill of her aura again, a fleeting reminder of the icy exterior she so often wore, now melted away in the intimacy of this moment.

I cupped her face gently, my thumb grazing her cheek, marveling at how soft and warm she felt. The kiss deepened, each second stretching endlessly, as though time itself had bent to let us stay in this fragile, perfect moment.

When we finally pulled apart, her breathing was unsteady, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes... her eyes held a fire I had never seen before. She didn't say anything, but she didn't need to. The way she looked at me spoke volumes.

Weiss didn't wait this time. Her hands tightened around the back of my neck, and she pulled me into her with a fervor that left me breathless. Her lips found mine with more passion than before, igniting something between us that felt impossible to contain.

This kiss was different-deeper, more insistent, as though she was pouring every unspoken feeling, every moment of frustration, longing, and determination into it. Her fingers slid through my hair, her touch both delicate and demanding, and I felt a rush of heat that made the cold night air disappear entirely.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close, feeling the steady beat of her heart against my chest. She tilted her head slightly, the movement making the kiss even more consuming, more intense

Weiss's voice was soft, but there was a playful glint in her eyes as she looked up at me, her breath still shaky from the intensity of the kiss.

Weiss: I know how greedy you are," she said with a mischievous smile, her fingers gently tracing the line of my jaw.

I couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the cold air around us. She was teasing, but there was something in her expression that told me this wasn't just about teasing-it was about something deeper, something real.

I reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, my heart still racing. "You're impossible," I whispered, but the smile on my lips betrayed any frustration I might've felt.

Weiss just smirked, the slightest hint of a challenge in her gaze. "You're welcome."

I couldn't help myself. There was something about the way Weiss stood there, her eyes burning with that fierce intensity, her lips slightly parted as if waiting for me to close the distance again. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of us in this suspended moment where nothing else mattered.

I leaned in, my heart pounding harder than before, feeling the warmth of her presence draw me in like gravity. Her breath caught as I closed the gap, and this time, there was no hesitation. Our lips met with a fire that had been building in both of us, the kiss deep and unrestrained, as though we were both giving in to something we couldn't control.

I felt her hands slide up to my chest, pressing against me with a quiet urgency, her touch electrifying. As I kissed her, every movement felt like it was happening in slow motion, every touch deliberate and meaningful.

My hand found its way to her arm, my fingers tracing the smooth curve of her skin, feeling the warmth beneath the coolness of her aura. Her body tensed slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into me, as if silently telling me to keep going.

I guided my hand up her arm, brushing lightly against the delicate fabric of her sleeve, before moving to her cheek. The softness of her skin was almost unreal, and I couldn't resist letting my thumb glide along the smoothness of her jaw, memorizing every inch as if I had all the time in the world.

My fingers moved slowly down the side of her neck, feeling the gentle pulse beneath her skin, a subtle reminder of the life and energy that flowed through her. I could sense the slight hitch in her breath, but she she seemed to pull away

I froze, caught off guard by the sudden shift. Her lips left mine, and before I could fully process, Weiss's teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my neck. The sharpness of her bite sent a rush of heat through me, a mix of shock and desire that I didn't expect. It was possessive, intimate-something raw and unrestrained.

Her grip on me tightened, and I could feel her warmth seeping through the fabric of my clothes, her body pressing against mine as she dug in slightly deeper. The sensation made my breath catch, my pulse racing as I fought the instinct to pull away. But there was no pain-only the thrill of her closeness, the wildness in the way she marked me.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands instinctively moving to her back, pulling her even closer, as if I could anchor myself to the moment. She wasn't pulling away. She was claiming it. Claiming me.

I let my gaze linger on her exposed skin, the curve of her collarbone just inches from me. My instincts took over, and before I could second-guess myself, I leaned in, gently pressing my teeth against her delicate flesh.

She gasped, her body stiffening slightly before relaxing into the touch. The sound of her breath, shallow and quick, sent a jolt through me. Her skin was soft, yet her reaction-a quiet whimper -made the moment feel all the more intimate. She didn't pull away; instead, I felt her nails dig into my back, the pressure sending a surge of warmth through me, grounding me to the intensity of the moment.

We both pulled away, our hands instinctively finding each other. Weiss gently laid her head against mine, her breath soft against my skin. The moment felt peaceful, no words needed, just the quiet reassurance of her presence. Her fingers tightened around mine, and I squeezed back, feeling a shared understanding between us. In that stillness, with her so close, everything else seemed to fade away.