Chapter 42

Survivors have scars, victims have graves.

-Unknown.

|K I R I L L|

I felt the tension between us escalate as my fingers, almost instinctively, pinched her waist. She gasped, and in that moment, I seized the opportunity to deepen the connection. Slipping my tongue inside her mouth, I explored the uncharted territory, a silent invitation to a dance of desire.

Her response was immediate, matching the passion with an intensity that mirrored my own desperation. She pulled me closer, her hands tugging at the ends of my hair, urging me to bridge the gap between us. The kiss became a battleground of urgency, a clash of desires that resonated in the groan that escaped me.

Caught in the whirlwind of our shared passion, I groaned between the kisses, the urgency in her touch fueling my own desperation. Each movement, each embrace, spoke of a hunger that transcended words.

She pulled away from the kiss, her chest rising and falling with ragged breath