Irina's lips pressed against his, the heat of the moment swallowing her whole.
She expected hesitation. Expected him to freeze, maybe even pull away.
But Astron didn't move.
Didn't resist.
Didn't stop her.
His breath was steady, warm against her skin, and the realization sent something sharp, something hot curling deep in her stomach.
'Damn it…'
She was the one who started this, but now—now she felt like she was the one losing control.
Her fingers curled against his collar, tightening ever so slightly.
She kissed him again, harder this time.
And still—Astron let her.
Let her pour everything into it, let her grip him like she was trying to anchor herself, let her press closer without a single word of resistance.
Because this wasn't just impulse.
It wasn't just heat.
It was everything—everything she had been holding back all night.
