Seconds passed, paving way into minutes! Still, Elena didn't feel it... The craving, the obsession, the unexplainable feeling... She let him knock the air out of her lungs in a heated kiss. An intense one, and one that was exaggeratingly longer than Gabriel's! But there was nothing!
Her hands rested on his chest armor before she pushed him off. He appeared to be in a daze, but her eyes found his before he shied away in guilt. Still, no redness in them. His fangs were still intact!
She tried touching his face again but he took a step back, afraid of the consequences of his actions.
"I'm sorry," Elena said, her hands falling to the side of her fabric. She cast her eyes on the floor, slightly embarrassed. "That was unbefitting for my status."
Darion's grip on his helmet tightened, too scared to afford her a glance. He could be executed for this! In fact, spending a second longer in this room felt like treason in itself!
