As Mahnoor lay catching her breath, Daemond's gaze darkened with a surge of emotion. Without hesitation, he leaned down, gripping her shoulders firmly and pulling her close. His lips crashed against hers in a fierce, urgent kiss, filled with unspoken intensity and need.
Mahnoor was momentarily caught off guard, but she quickly responded, matching the heat of his kiss. His hands gripped her tightly, almost as if he was afraid to let go, and she could feel the desperation in his touch. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a release of all the emotions he had been bottling up—frustration, confusion, desire, and something deeper he couldn't yet fully understand.
Their breaths mingled, fast and ragged, as the kiss deepened. His hands moved from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her closer still, almost as if he wanted to erase the space between them. Mahnoor's fingers found their way to his hair, tugging slightly as she leaned into him, her heart racing.
There was something raw and vulnerable in the way Daemond kissed her, as if he was trying to communicate everything he couldn't put into words. For a moment, the world outside disappeared, and all that mattered was the heat between them, the connection they couldn't deny.
When they finally pulled apart, both were left panting, their foreheads resting against each other's. The silence that followed was heavy with meaning, both of them processing the intensity of what had just happened. Daemond's eyes searched hers, as if looking for answers, while Mahnoor tried to steady her breath, still feeling the weight of his fierce kiss lingering on her lips.
Neither of them spoke, but in that moment, they both understood that things between them had shifted once again, pulling them even deeper into the complicated, electric tension that defined their relationship.