Aira had no intention to allow the kiss to continue for longer than it had to. She had already decided in her mind that this was a mistake, a dangerous slope she would not let herself fall into. But it didn't help that she could feel Zyren's tongue, cool and insistent, moving vigorously against her own. The sensation was maddening, icy fire threading through her veins, awakening heat she desperately wanted to extinguish.
His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, claws disguised as hands, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Every muscle of his chest pressed against her, firm and unyielding, and the hardness of him reminded her just how inescapable he could be when he wanted something.
"Zy…" she barely got out of her mouth, a half-formed plea, when she felt him deepen the kiss, his tongue claiming, demanding, overwhelming. At the same time, his thigh pressed firmly between hers, rubbing against her inner legs, forcing a friction that stole her breath.
