There was a raging fire burning inside him when his lips claimed Odeta's soft ones. He felt as if he were on a boat in a stormy sea, with the boat rocking to the intensity of the storm. He was sure her lips would be swollen by the end of the kiss and tried to be gentle, but the more she opened up to him, giving in and granting him more access, the more his rationality left him.
He was feeling so much lust, desire, and many foreign emotions within him that he wanted to experience more of it; he wanted to explore more of it and feel its core and essence. He couldn't deny it any longer; he wanted this; whatever he was feeling at this moment, he needed it.
