Raul cursed under his breath, his eyes flickering with a mix of frustration and something else, something he couldn't name. His hands shot out, grabbing Niran's shoulders with a force that made her gasp. Before she could say anything more, he pulled her to him, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was both desperate and heated.
The kiss was different this time. It wasn't tender or slow. It was urgent, as if he couldn't control himself any longer, as if her touch, her presence, had broken something in him. His lips moved against hers with hunger, as if he was trying to consume her, trying to erase the distance between them that had grown so painfully wide.