Abrielle's plea broke the last of Cedric's restraint. In a blink, his warmth pinned her against the alley wall, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that carried both apology and claim.
It started to snow lightly around them, but the cold didn't bother them the slightest. They were in their own world. His heat surrounded them, like a little fire was lit around them..
Her hands rose instinctively, meant to push him away, but instead they fisted into his cloak, dragging him closer. The heat of his body devoured the chill of the winter air, his kiss leaving no space for resistance, only fire.
Abrielle gasped against his mouth, her back pressing into the cold stone to anchor her spinning thoughts. The coldest was a contrast from the heat she felt emanating from him.
Her hands clutched his shirt pulling close desperate reluctant as if he would disappear from her hold
