Fifty six

DECLAN POV

We were staring at each other, breathing hard from the pent-up anger.

This was the first time in years that we had been so close to each other.

Her lips drew me in, would she let me kiss her? I wondered.

She parted her lips slightly and let out an exhale.

I groaned and lowered my lips to hers.

As I pulled her close, our lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss.

Her mouth was warm and inviting, and I felt myself getting lost in the sensation.

My hands wrapped around her waist, drawing her in as our tongues danced together.

The world around us fades away, leaving only the thrum of our hearts and the soft gasps of our breathing.

I feel her body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my own.

Our kiss deepens, the intensity building with each passing moment. I can feel the tension between us, the desire that's been building for so long.