Suddenly, Vera leaned forward without warning. One moment she was looking at me with those intense eyes of hers, the next her lips were pressed firmly against mine. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It wasn't even close. She kissed me fiercely, desperately, like she was pouring everything she felt into that single act. Compared to the first kiss we shared when I arrived, this one was easily five times stronger, overflowing with raw emotion and hunger.
"Vera—" I tried to speak, but she didn't give me the chance.
Her lips moved against mine insistently, her mouth warm and demanding as she kissed me again and again, refusing to pull away. I could hear the soft, lewd sounds she made as she kissed me, her breaths mingling with mine, her fingers clutching at my clothes as if anchoring herself. What shocked me the most was the energy she was putting into it. She had just given birth not long ago. She should've been exhausted.
