Lara crashed into Zain's mouth, their lips colliding with a fierce urgency that sent electric jolts through her. Their tongues met, sliding and swirling in a heated dance, each playful bite and tantalizing suck deepening the intensity. She teased him, nipping at his lip, drawing a low growl from deep within him that made her pulse race. Lara's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, while Zain's hands dug into her waist, holding her captive between the heat of his body and the intensity of their kiss.
They finally broke for breath but the room didn't stop spinning.
Lara covered her face with her hands.
What have I done? I lost my first kiss to him. I lost myself to him.
Zain slipped her hands down gently, amusement and heat mingling in his eyes as he settled beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"You stole my first kiss and then hide? Fierce in the fight and fierce in the aftermath."
"Shut up. It can't be your first kiss. You have Mira and a fan club."
"Jealous?" he teased.
Then his voice dropped, warm against her ear. "I don't want any of them. You're the first. And the last."
Her breath stuttered. Lara's body heated up,
"I'm not falling for your words."
He chuckled softly.
"You don't have to. Facts don't change based on belief sweetheart," he whispered near her ear, sensing her vulnerability every time his lips brushed against her ears.
Her whole body reacted before she could think.
"Zain—" the name escaped her, unguarded.
He froze for a heartbeat… then smiled like a man who'd just been given the world.
"You moan my name once," he murmured, "and I want another kiss."
"No," she said it firm, but there was challenge in her eyes. She stood up after freeing herself.
Zain sat up on the bed next to her, flipping into dramatic mode."Oh wow. So you take my first kiss and leave me damaged. I'm traumatized. I'll stand outside and yell that you forced yourself on me."
"Do it. No one will believe you."
"Alright then—" he inhaled exaggeratedly.
"DON'T YOU DARE!" she panicked as she sat up and slapped a hand over his mouth, accidentally pushing him flat against the mattress with her on top.
He laughed against her palm, hands resting on her waist—steady, not restraining.
"What did I say?" he asked when she finally pulled her hand away.
She glared."You want a kiss?"
She leaned down and gave him a quick peck and then immediately stood up.
Zain sat up slowly with disbelief written all over his face."That… was not a kiss."
"Yes, it was." she said as she stood up.