STELLA'S glazed eyes widened, and she bit down on the lip—the one he was about to taste. That one action snapped something inside of Valeric, and his warm lips met hers, her entire figure immediately going dormant. Her lips were hesitant at first, and her hands and eyes squeezed shut. The man's grip on her wrist tightened, and she moaned into his mouth as he pressed harder.
It was a sweet kiss. Like nothing she'd ever done with anyone. It was better than the last, so much so that not even the one time she had a kiss with Vincent felt this way. It was soft as they learned each other, allowing the kiss to be what it needed to be. And it was definitely the best kiss either he or she had ever had.