Kira's POV
It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was raw, desperate, furious. His mouth claimed mine with an urgency that sent a jolt through my entire body. Heat flared between us, burning away the cold night air.
I gasped against his lips, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing past my lips—demanding, conquering. This kiss was different, so different from the previous one. That kiss had been forced. But this… this was possessive, overwhelming, and undeniably my first real kiss.
His hands cradled my face as if trying to ground himself in this moment.
I hated him.
I hated him for kissing me like this. For making my body betray me.
For making me feel.
But I didn't stop him.
I kissed him back, matching his intensity, letting my anger, my pain, my fr
