The kiss started soft, almost shy, but quickly grew hungry.
Nash pressed harder against Zayela's lips, feeling their warmth, their softness. Her mouth tasted of the wine they had shared, sweet, tart, with her own flavor behind it, warm and dizzying.
He smelled her too: jasmine lotion on her skin, faint sweat, and under that, her real scent, earthy, raw, like rain-soaked soil. It spun his head, pulling him into a trance.
Finally... it's finally happening... Please, don't let me down, system.
His tongue slid into her mouth, meeting hers. She tasted salty-sweet, her breath hot, shaky against his cheek. Zayela clutched his shirt with trembling fingers, feeling his heart pound.
It was her first kiss this deep, this hungry, and it was with him, the cousin who felt like a brother, the one she ended up longing for.
Her body tingled in alien ways, fireworks starting low in her belly. She moaned into his mouth, soft but sharp, her thoughts racing.
