Rachel hesitated for a moment, wanting to stop.
But before she could take a step, Kellan's slender fingers slipped through her hair, hooking gently behind her head.
His thin lips pressed down on hers with force.
The kiss was so deep, so consuming, that Rachel couldn't even catch her breath. Her mind went blank.
She forgot where she was, who was watching, what she was doing. It felt as if her breath, her body, even her heartbeat had been stolen away by him.
If not for Kellan's strong arm holding her upright, she was sure she would have collapsed.
She didn't know how long it lasted, only that when the kiss finally broke, her face was flushed crimson, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.
Kellan's deep, magnetic voice brushed against her ear, laced with mockery yet filled with a twisted pleasure. "You were the one who took the initiative."
