Let me taste you again

That was the last string of their self-control, hanging by a thread of fear. 

They were scared of that magnetic pull that couldn't keep them apart. Terrified of how little control they had over their bodies when they were close to each other.

Afraid of what it meant.

And then, losing the battle pathetically fast, they finally closed their eyes, letting go.

The need of remembering how good she tasted to him was stronger than him, sliding his tongue in and looking for hers. 

Her hand snaked around his neck and tugged his hair, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. A feeling of shame engulfed her because of how desperate she was, but it quickly vanished when he complied.

Feeling intoxicated by the moment, Kyle pressed her against the wall; taking her face in his hands. 

They kissed with hunger, greedily, refusing to let go as if parting away would break the spell they were in; until the lack of air made them stop to catch a breath.