Their breaths mingled in the space between surrender and violence.
Kaira leaned down slowly, her silver eyes fluttering closed despite her blindness—an instinct she couldn't suppress even after decades of darkness. Her lips parted wetly, breath hot and tasting of wild berries as it washed over his mouth.
The massive weight of her chest descended, those copper-toned mounds pressing heavily against his forehead, the firm yet impossibly soft flesh massaging his skull with suffocating pressure.
He could feel her heartbeat through them—steady, controlled, predatory.
The distance between them vanished inch by inch.
It was the perfect trap.
CLAP!
Her hands exploded together where his head had been a microsecond ago.
The sound was like thunder trapped in a bottle. A shockwave erupted outward with devastating force, the stone beneath them liquefying instantly.
