Their lips touched only briefly, but it was enough to send her reeling. Celeste froze completely.
Her mind went blank. Her ears turned bright red. Her breath caught in her throat. The world around her seemed to disappear.
And then, Elion stopped teasing her. he stole her lips in a full kiss. Their lips pressed together fully.
Her lips felt...Soft and ice cold.
Elion's lips touched hers lightly at first, a simple brush of his warmth against her wet, cold, blood-red lips.
The contact was soft and tentative, like the first drop of rain on parched skin. Celeste's body tensed, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the heat from his mouth seep into her chill.
He stayed like that for a few seconds, pressing just enough to feel the cool wetness of her lips yielding slightly under his.
Then, his tongue pushed forward, prying at the seam of her pursed mouth. She resisted, keeping her lips clamped tight.
