KISAREL.
He kissed me like he'd been arguing with himself about it all day and had just lost the argument completely — with a hunger that was almost angry, like he resented how much he wanted this even as he took it, his hand coming up to grip my jaw with a firmness that tilted my face exactly where he wanted it and kept it there.
The shock lasted approximately two seconds.
Then my hands found the front of his shirt, and I stopped being frozen entirely.
I pulled him closer, which said everything about the state I was in — and I felt him make a sound low in his throat, and that was the single most undoing thing I had ever heard in my life.
He pulled back just far enough to look at me.
"You have no idea," he said quietly, "what you do to me."
It sounded almost like an accusation.
And
