Chapter 133 Opening Up To Alex

• His desperate passion and desire for the kiss takes me like a storm. I cling to him, afraid of falling because my knees turned to jelly immediately his smooth lips found mine. In the first second, I tried to fight it, I pushed at his hard chest, and didn't let his mouth control mine, but I didn't last. I gave up the fight in the very next second. One second, I was pushing him away, the next, I was fisting his shirt, grabbing his face, and returning the maddening intensity of his kisses, clinging to him like he was a flame and I was a moth, needing him even as I knew I shouldn't.
• Zane's hand goes behind my head, protecting my head from the hard wood of the door and projecting my face upwards so he can kiss me even deeply. I moan, feeling the upheaval of desire start up in my chest, travelling all over my bloodstream. He kisses me long and hard. His tongue ravage my mouth, searching, taking, dancing, luring, making me make soft sounds in the back of my throat that can pass as moaning.
• In the throes of the passionate kiss, everything else melts away and it is just us. Like we used to be. The week we spent apart suddenly feels inconsequential. Like I just blinked and we were back to how we were. That blissful place we tended to arrive at whenever we were together. The privateness of it. Solely for just the two of us. I kiss him back with as much fervour, trembling all over at the overwhelming sensations flooding my bloodstream at his touch.