Kestrel's POV
“f**k Kestrel!” He growled and rubbed my c**t hungrily, “what have you been thinking about that's got you all wet like this?”
I gasp as Zeph pushes me against the cold bathroom wall, his mouth crashing against mine with desperate hunger. He kisses me everywhere….my neck, my eyes, but mostly he focuses on my lips. He kisses me deep and hard, his tongue sliding inside my mouth, and he tastes so good….like mint and something that's uniquely him.
I could kiss him for hours because I never knew that kissing could have any real meaning before this. Why would lips be so soft and feel this incredible at the same time? The sensation is overwhelming, addictive.
I moan and tug on his dark hair, my fingers finding the raised skin of his scar. Without thinking, I break the kiss and p
