Syria’s POV
The moment we entered the hotel room, he finally released me. He placed me on the floor as if I were weightless.
“What are you-”
He swiftly pushed me against the wall. The force wasn't painful but was enough to shock me. Then he slammed his lips over mine and kissed me hard and deep without notice.
My eyes grew wide with shock.
But that initial shock soon wore off. The ferocity of his kiss drew me in like a magnet.
I was responding, keeping up with him without even thinking. His hands clamped onto my waist hard as our lips moved together, sloppy and frantic.
Our bodies entwined instinctively, as if we had been restraining ourselves for too long and now it was all spilling out.
The pent-up feelings between us, the tension, the anger, the want, they all came out at that
