Zephyra's POV
I barely had time to breathe as Astraea pushed me back onto the bed. My head hit the pillow, my body sinking into the mattress, and before I could even gasp, she was already on top of me, kissing me like her life depended on it. Her lips were hot, hungry, and almost frantic.
I tried to keep up with her, even though the force of her energy made it hard. My hand slid up into her hair, tangling in the strands, holding her close to me. She didn't slow down, not even for a second. It was like she wasn't thinking at all, like she had turned into a machine, driven only by instinct and emotion.
For a moment, my thoughts flickered. Should I stop her? Should I pull away and ask if she was still angry with me? The way she moved, the desperation in her kiss—it was so unlike her usual control, and I wanted to know what was going through her mind, but before I could even try to break away, her lips left mine.
