I smirk when I broke from the kiss, only to gasp at how many feelings I got from this kiss.
"You look flushed," Fyre gently touched my cheeks.
"What are you trying to say?" I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Could it be the fight that made you this way, or the kiss?" He arched a brow at me as he fought not to show the amusement he felt.
"Do you think kissing you takes much strength from me?" I didn't allow him to say anything before I kissed him.
This time, however, when our lips met, they parted and we each offered our tongues.
It was as if we put energies had been building up for this.
The fight was like a sort of foreplay.
As we kissed passionately, our arms wrapped around each other, pulling each other tightly together.
It was as if I were afraid, I might lose him should I not hold tightly to him.
I wrapped my hand around him and deepened the kiss.
