Zoe closed her eyes again as Ciel kissed her after she confessed with all her heart that she desired him in that moment. The kind of kiss he gave her was gentle, thirsty, and possessive. She weakly moaned when a hand of the young man settled on her waist and caressed it.
With her weakening hands, she found the nape of Ciel’s neck and clung there as she matched every movement of their tongues inside each other’s mouths. Occasionally, he sucked her tongue and gently bit her lips, thirsty. She could almost taste the liquor she drank mixed with his minty saliva. She felt like she was getting more intoxicated with every passionate and hot kiss they shared.
She never thought she could kiss him that way... touch him the way she wanted... and admit in front of him, drunk as she was, that she wan
