Her lips slammed into his, not soft, not hesitant, but urgent and consuming. She angled her head, pressing her mouth fully onto his, as if something inside her seized control and denied the rest of her a say. She pressed her entire body against him, arms winding tight around his shoulders, erasing all space until their chests touched. The world around him collapsed beneath the intensity.
Exile didn't respond at first.
He stiffened, startled, his body going rigid under her weight. Then he abruptly tensed, hands clutching her hips. His composure cracked, shock flashing across his face and showing in every taut, frozen muscle.
Thoughts scattered. No words formed, no reason interrupting the surge. Instinct seized him the instant she chose him. His hands clamped around her, desperate strength holding her tight, afraid loosening would dissolve her and him into nothing.
She didn't pull away.
