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All remaining coherent thoughts fled my mind. The strawberry flavour of his lip balm filling my taste buds. That and the salty crackers we've been munching on.
The flooding sense of coffee, something I associated so much with Antieno, made me moan. The heat of his touch arching me closer to him.
His fingers fisted on my dress against my hip. Thumb caressing my jaw, touch light.
My own fingers curled tight on his shirt. Holding my balance against his shoulders.
It had barely gotten a proper taste of his lip balm before he was pulling away. My sound of protest following after his lips. His hand cupping my jaw not letting me follow after them myself.
I blinked my eyes open, unaware they had shut in the first place.
His eyes searched mine. Looking for consent. Giving me the choice to pull away. Letting me decide what happened next.
I took in a deep breath, but otherwise stayed still.
Processing.
Etching the feel of his lips against mine to memory. Wanting to feel those cotton candies back on mine. Sweet and soft like a cloud. Something I could get addicted to.
Something I know I should not, but the temptation to simply fall too strong to reject.
My next breath was sucked out by him. Eyes almost predatory when he leaned over. Fingers gentle as they pressed against my nape, pulling me closer.
Hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me flush against him. Not allowing a breath of air between us.
It must be because I was expecting it this time. Whatever it was, the moment his lips were on mine again, the heat that surrounded us felt consuming.
Boiling my veins, setting my heart and lungs on fire. Breath an unknown concept. The world around me that wasn't Antieno no longer existing.
He kissed me slow, but deep. No tongue involved, just feeling.
A slow, burning, passion. Words without sound.
My fingers slipped into his hair, playing with the ends. Other hand clutching his hand. The only thing grounding me to reality. Not letting my overwhelming feelings drown me.
When he pulled my bottom lips between his lips, sucking on it, I whimpered. He growled in reply. Hand around my waist adjusting. Pulling me closer, as if that were possible.
I moaned, fingers digging into his arm. Running out of breath. No intention of pulling away.
Not until he broke the kiss. Both of us heaving.
I pressed a hand over his heart. The wild thud matching mine. A sound between a moan and a whimper slipped out at the feeling.
The sound elicited a look of hunger in his eyes. But the bright purple his iris had turned distracted me. My mouth part in wonder. Chest still heaving with the effort to control my breath.
