Third-person POV
They hadn't even made it past the door before Zephyra pulled Astraea in by the collar and kissed her like her life depended on it.
There was no hesitation. No warning. Just lips crashing together, mouths opening, breath stolen. It was raw, fast, and desperate. Zephyra didn't want to give Astraea even a second to pull away.
She knew Astraea thought too much and second-guessed everything, and tonight, Zephyra was done with thinking.
"You're sure?" Astraea murmured, her voice slightly rougher.
"If you stop now," Zephyra whispered against her lips, breathless, "I swear I'll never speak to you again."
That was all Astraea needed to hear. A confirmation that she could really cross the line.
She kissed Zephyra back like she'd been holding back all her life. Her hands grabbed Zephyra's waist, pulled her in tight, and suddenly their bodies were flush against each other, hearts pounding, and lips locked in a rhythm that was anything but soft.
