I should have pulled, I should have pulled away, but when Sylus's tongue prodded against my lips, I yielded. I fucking yielded. Sylus grunted in satisfaction, walking me backward until my back met the wall.
This should stop! This needed to stop right now! My head was swimming with nothing but him. His taste, his scent, the feel of his hands roaming into my hair and around my back—they were all too much, I kept letting our mouths slide against each other over and over again.
"Sylus!" I snarled at my stupidity and quickly pushed Sylus back. "Stop, stop."
He stood blinking, staring at me with the sort of expression I'd never seen on his face before. It was...hard, so rough like he wanted to tear me down, to consume the whole of me. What was wrong with me? What the heck was I doing? The first kiss was a mistake, and I'd acknowledged that, but this time around, it wasn't. No, I wanted him and had fucking kissed him back like the idiot I was.
