The waves of feelings that enveloped me during our kiss nearly lifted me off my feet. It could have torn me apart and then pieced me back together again. It was thrilling and terrible at the same time, capturing my heart as fragments of it became part of the storm and lodged in his chest.
We were the epitome of the perfect whirlwind romance.
My lips may not have formed the words, but every time they moulded against his, they loudly and clearly sent the message.
He also knew it.
His mouth was arched upward as though he was grinning when we kissed, and I couldn't help but chuckle quietly as our heads turned to face each other.
We weren't attempting to dominate or seize control of one another. The taste of him was superior to any fine wine; it was slow and sweet. The sensations he caused with a single kiss made my hands clench around his collar as his tongue slowly made its way into my mouth.
