The kiss was hungry, desperate, as if we were both trying to satisfy a craving we hadn't even realized we had. It was intoxicating the taste of her, the feel of her body pressed against mine, the heat of her breath mingling with mine.
For a moment, nothing else existed. The world outside that tiny infirmary room vanished, leaving only the two of us, tangled in each other's arms, caught in the storm of our own making.
I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. My heart pounded in my chest, a wild, erratic rhythm that seemed to match the urgency of the kiss. Ciara's lips were firm, demanding, and I found myself responding without hesitation, without thought.
My body moved of its own accord, leaning into her, pressing closer as if I could melt into her and become one.
