Lilith's eyes widened in shock – not knowing if she should slap him or clutch him nearer to her. She could not believe he was doing this… again! This rouge was once again stealing a kiss from her! She truly ought to teach him a lesson.
Fortunately for Kyle, he pulled away – before Lilith could do anything – looking surprised at his own actions as much she was. But after blinking at her a couple of times, there was no regret nor apology in his eyes. Instead, his grey eyes that were framed with heavy black lashes glimmered, eliciting something like a swift sting in her heart followed the quickening of her heartbeat.
Staring straight into the bright pool of quicksilver that were her eyes, Kyle's fingers lightly touched the side of her face, causing Lilith's heart to pump even harder.
"I want to kiss you, may I?" this time, he played the role of a prince properly and asked. His voice sounded deeper than she remembered, it was more pleasing and impossibly gripping now. When and where did he learn to speak like this? And more importantly, why was he asking this embarrassing question when he had already played the role of the bandit earlier and kissed her?
Lilith remembered that day. The very first time he had kissed her, it was a stolen kiss, but the second time, similarly, he had asked for permission. Now, here he is doing the exact same thing as before. Was this prince doing this on purpose? He truly was able to press the right buttons to irritate her and cause her to melt too. How annoying and mind boggling.
Before Lilith could speak, he drew his fingertips to her mouth, causing her to swallow her words. He could only chuckle as he saw her eyes spit silver flames, irritated at him cutting her off again. And then, he gently stroked her lips, his face leaning over again. "No?" he whispered though his face was already moving closer and closer that she could feel his breath fanning over hers.
Her lips parted and trembled a little against his finger. The power of speech suddenly abandoning her, no, he was taking it away from her. Her eyes were a pair of limpid pool gazing upwards, looking at his face, causing his heart to skip more than a beat.
"Just once Lilith…" he said, breathless and pleading. The glitter in his eyes making her unable to look away and think. And then she nodded. Why? Why can't she say no to him?
His mouth came swooping down onto hers almost abruptly, as soon as she nodded at him. His hand slid to the back of her neck, grasping lightly to support the weight of her head as well as pulling her deeper into the kiss.
Something delightfully warm flowed through her as the tender pressure of his lips repeatedly brushed against hers. His hand on her waist drew her closer and pressed her body against his and all she could do was hold on to him.
She thought it would be as quick as last time, but Kyle did not stop and continued kissing her, exploring her lips as though he had all the time in the world. Lilith's mind was slowly being swallowed by him. She told herself it would not take that long but now she could not even pull away.
She felt as though she was under his spell. The most unnerving thing was that she felt like all this, being kissed by him, being held by him felt so right even though both of them knew it was wrong. They should not be doing this. Just how the hell did something wrong felt so right?
Lilith's hands finally moved, and they slowly raised up and slipped around his neck. And at last, she kissed him back. She could not hold back her surging feelings any longer. Though she had tried her best to fight against what she knew in her mind was wrong, this was just too much for a young lady. Was she supposed to be able to stay immune to such passion, from such an outstanding male specimen of a prince? Their grips on each other tightened. Their heartbeats which were initially thumping wilder than ever before individually, were slowly beating in tandem with each other's. Suddenly, she pulled back at the feel of his tongue c.a.r.e.s.sing hers, her eyes flaring open in shock and face flushing with innocent surprise.
Kyle eye's glimmered and he was about to pounce forward to seize her lips again when they felt a weak rumble of an earthquake.
Both of them got distracted from their enjoyable activity and they both looked at the direction where they had left Ezekiel – where the source of the quake originated from. It was obvious that the small earthquake was caused by the fighting that was going on there. How would the people left behind there and the buildings surrounding that area fare if the aftershocks could be felt from so far away where they were standing?
Lilith pulled away from Kyle's embrace. She could not let this tryst continue anymore. How could they indulge in something as light-hearted as when they were still in this situation?
"Y-you said…" she finally managed to say. Her voice sounded raspy because she was still unable to recover from their kiss. "You'll bring me to My Queen." She finally choked out.
Kyle seemed to snap back to reality, and he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm a little sheepishly. "Right, I have to bring you to her." He said and then he took a deep breath.
Before he could attempt to touch her and lift her, Lilith moved away and flashed him a small smile. "I'll follow right behind you." she said, unable to maintain eye contact. She realized this vampire prince was dangerous for her. She could not let herself get anymore distracted than she already was at this moment any longer. And the best way to keep her head on straight was not to let him touch her.
Thankfully, Kyle seemed to understand the seriousness of the situation and he did not insist anymore. He nodded at her and then leapt away as Lilith followed him.
