Chapter22:

Silvie’s POV The kiss started hot and slow, the culmination of over a month of push and pull between us. Our lips slid roughly over each other’s, the tang of the drinks we had earlier making the feeling exciting. I shoved my hand into Kyle’s hair, and his that was already on my waist was joined by the other, both squeezing like he was holding on for dear life. While all this went on, my heart raced in my chest, pounding hard according to the beat of the club music. I moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of Kyle’s tongue running across the seam of my lips, asking for permission to delve in. Not hesitating one moment, I parted them open. As soon as I did, Kyle’s tongue touched mine and I shivered at the warm heat he brought. “Fuck, Silvie.” Kyle ground out, and suddenly a hand wrapped around my fist and pulled. Kyle dragged me off the dance floor, maneuvering me albeit gently, around the myriad of people in the room. We walked silently, heat still simmering between us, till we got to a dark,