A Rapport

Their lips touched. Jibril didn't know why he let her do it. He just felt impulsive. A part of him wanted to apologize for patronizing her until she cried.

On the other hand, Amelia was venting her anger and the urgency she felt whenever she looked at him. She kissed him as though it was her last. 

The kiss was rough and forceful. There was no trace of gentleness. Only need and more need. She bit on his lips hard, drawing blood. 

He let her have her way. He neither tried to stop her nor resisted her needy actions. Whatever she gave, he gave back with the same intensity.

That was until she tasted his blood. At first, he didn't want to let go.The way she was sucking on his bloody lips made him begin to have fantasies. 

But when he finally got back to his senses, he realized that something was wrong. Jibril reluctantly pulled her off of his body. Once again, her hands were trapped over her head.