Chapter Twenty-six: A Slap For A Kiss

Lyra

I honestly didn't believe he was going to kiss me. I didn't believe that he would ever do that. Not until I felt his mouth against my own. As he lowered his head to mine, I just stared up at him in shock.

Then I felt his lips against mine, rough and hot, hard and sensual as silk. I gasped, closing my eyes as I felt the caress of his embrace like a thousand shards of light.

In the backseat of the Rolls-Royce, Viktor pulled me more tightly against him, and I felt his power, his strength. He tilted my head back, deepening the kiss as his hands twined in my hair.

My eyes squeezed shut.as I felt the hot, plundering sweep of his tongue, felt the velocity of the world spinning around me as if we were at the center of a sandstorm.

I was lost, completely lost, in sensations I'd never felt before, in his lips and tongue and body and hands.

I couldn't bring myself to understand what was happening around me, but it felt good, so good. When he finally pulled away, I sagged against him, dazed