She looked at him, lips parted, breathing short, as if waiting for him to say the word that would free her or push her away for good. He stood up. Slowly. Without a word. He took the three steps that separated them. Irene did not back away. She only lifted her chin.
Kaiser placed his lips on those of Irene Frostvine without warning. The contact was firm, slightly rough. Irene responded immediately, her mouth opening under his with a wet sound, "Mmh...", her warm breath mingling with his. Her hands, with slender fingers and slightly prominent knuckles, slid to the nape of Kaiser's neck, her short nails scratching the soft skin with a light scraping.
The kiss deepened, their tongues clashing, rubbing insistently. Their breaths quickened, a jerky rhythm of nasal inhalations. Kaiser felt Irene's teeth graze his lower lip. She moaned, "Hmmnn...", a guttural and low sound that vibrated against his mouth. It made him harden instantly.
