She was so close, her breath warm against your lips. Your eyes flickered down, teasing the space between you. Leaning in ever so slightly, you felt her tense-waiting, aching-but just before your lips touched, you pulled away.

Her eyes darkened, chest rising and falling with each sharp breath. A flicker of frustration, desire, something untamed crossed her face. And then-before you could smirk-her hands were on you, gripping, pulling you in with a force that left no room for escape.

The kiss was fire, desperate, almost punishing. Like she had been waiting for this, needing this. Her lips claimed yours with a hunger that made your knees weak, fingers tangling in your hair as if she was afraid you'd pull away again.

This time, you wouldn't dare.