Kain Locke
Before I could even react, warm lips pressed against mine.
It was soft yet firm, the heat of his mouth sending a jolt straight to my brain, frying every logical thought I had left. My body stiffened, but my mind, my stupid, traitorous mind went completely blank.
His lips moved slowly, deliberately, in a way that held no urgency, no force, just a lazy, almost teasing press that made my stomach twist. He tasted like whiskey and something faintly sweet, like he had just eaten something rich.
His breath was warm, his scent intoxicatingly sweet and drawing, and for a second not even a stupid second, but in that very moment, I forgot where I was. The party, the people, everything faded until we were the only ones that existed in this space.
All I could feel was him. And him alone, his hand on my waist, the slight tilt of his head, the way his lips parted just enough to deepen the kiss. And… I opened up, giving him the access he sought.
