The kiss came out of nowhere, knocking the breath from my lungs, my body arching into him. Aiden tasted bitter, like the colour of rage and anger, surging forward, fierce and needy, as if to settle the pesky craving that's been plaguing him. I couldn't help but feel his lips, wet and soft, encasing me whole, as if to possess me with a single kiss. 

Aiden grabbed me by the waist, gripped tightly and my hands, without permission, come to wrap tightly around his neck. My back was ...