Lorraine's POV
His lips tasted like fire.
The moment Kieran kissed me, the world around us simply.... ceased. There were no trees around me, no distant echo of crickets and birds flying around, no pain clawing at the place where my arm used to be. There was only him, Kieran Valerius Hunter. His mouth moved against mine with a desperation I felt bone deep, his grip on me unyielding, as though he feared that if he let go even for a second, I would disappear.
I didn't just kiss him back, I surrendered.
The rough press of his lips softened into something unbearably tender, and then turned fierce again, like a storm that couldn't decide whether to break me or shelter me. My fingers, my one trembling hand, found his shirt, clutching it as though my survival depended on the feel of his heartbeat beneath.
