The kiss was rough and unrelenting, Kazmun's lips crashing against Alyssane's with a force that made her gasp. The urgency of his touch was both exhilarating and terrifying, his hands gripping the laces of her dress with a possessiveness that hinted at a primal, almost savage need.
Alyssane's entire body was set alight with a heat that was far beyond mere physicality; it was a burning sensation that twisted in her chest and radiated through every nerve. The sensation was so intense it felt like it might tear her apart.
Her heart raced, a mix of fear and raw desire coursing through her veins. Kazmun's touch was both electrifying and domineering, his fingers tugging at the laces of her dress as though he intended to rip it away from her. The very air around them seemed to crackle with the ferocity of his need.
