Almila
His lips captured mine, his hand still caressing my hair, not letting me escape. I felt tiny electric shocks running from my scalp to my mind. It was as if my body was sending signals to my brain with tiny warnings.
You need to pull away your lips, you need to slip out from between the arms wrapped around you… I kept saying those things to myself in those tiny seconds. But he was so persistent, and I let him continue.
Maybe I let him kiss me because kisses were always had been foreign to me. I was maybe curious about them.
Or maybe it was because I wanted more after I kissed him for the first time.
This was the second time now, but I already wanted more and more.
Was this what it felt like to be someone's fated mate? Was this why my mind kept questioning me so relentlessly?
Was this the reason for the lust I felt toward a man I had only just met, a man whose future I intended to destroy?
