The kisses are burning, his tongue scorching against her own. He ravages her mouth like it's their last kiss, not the first. Like, if he didn't hold her so close, she would disappear. Cielle holds tight to his bicep, lips chasing his petal ones when he pulls back from the searing kiss.
"Too eager, huh princess?" He chuckles against her cheeks, rough hands holding her close by her waist. "You sure no one will find us here?"
All the fear from before had vanished into thin air when Alastor got his mouth on her, now she is too addicted to let the fear take away the chance of having Alastor in her arms. She had been waiting for this for too long, wished those lips on her way too many times. Now that she has it, she can't get enough.
Without answering him, she took his bottom lip into her mouth. There is no time to waste by useless talking.