I moaned, drinking in Adan’s breaths and he pressed me closer to himself, molding our bodies together. I gave in to his kiss, desperate to finally feel whole, to feel something different than doubts and regret. His kiss felt like flying – it was a dominant kiss, filled with want and longing and I melted in it, relishing in the taste of him. It was my reward for all the sleepless nights and all the tormenting dreams, the key of my love finally clicking in my heart. Adan’s lips felt exactly the way I imagined they would – not of home or security, but something carnal, intimate, shared. They were familiar and welcoming, there were no questions and crazy blinding lust, they were like a fire yes, but a different kind of fire. They didn’t threaten to burn the world around me, but they made every
