I barely have time to realise what's happening that Arwan's lips are already on mine, devouring my mouth as if his life depended on it. My body doesn't even take a millisecond to respond, my hands gripping his shoulders while his are on my hips. I can feel all the impatience inside him exploding, which is only a reflection of the one inside me.
Everything about his kiss is rash, and I fucking love it.
Sliding down my body, his fingers tickle my thighs and slowly work their way up. The last time his hands were there, we were stopped at the last second. Tonight, however, there's no distraction. As gently, slowly, painfully as a droplet making its way through solid stone, his fingers travel up my leg to my skirt.
At that moment, he stops. He steps back, taking the time to look at me before his pupils darken as they fall on my lips. "I'm going to ruin you tonight, Waverly," he whispers to me before tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "And God knows you're going to love it."
