Islinda let out a sharp intake of breath as soon as their lips met. The sensation was explosive, like fireworks going off in her head. She moaned greedily, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer till there was practically nothing between them. Nothing but their clothes. But those clothes might as well feel invisible with how tightly flushed they were pressed to each other.
Their tongues tangled together with a hungry need, gently at first, then ravenous and hard the next. It was nearly a week apart but it sure felt like forever. To think of what Azula must have done in her absence filled her with such jealousy and anger that she kissed Aldric's lips like some prize to be claimed.
