Eleven inhaled sharply as Zeiss's lips descended upon hers with fervent urgency. She grasped his shoulders, surrendering to the force of his kiss as he leaned her back against the vanity table, kissing her as if possessed by an insatiable desire. Their tongues entwined in a passionate dance, each eager to explore the depths of the other.
He released her lips momentarily, granting her a fleeting breathing break. Eleven's amethyst eyes searched his turquoise gaze, wondering what was it that he couldn't help . But the moment lingered only briefly before he resumed his fervent assault on her mouth. The way this white-haired man kissed could well be deemed a hazardous endeavor; he was a danger unto many.
