GENRE: Science Fiction
She comes from a utilitarian society with strict hormone controls, where the very concept of kissing doesn't exist, but now that she's been exiled, certain instincts are emerging.
Her face lifted to his, eyes searching, lips moving without speaking. She leaned closer, seeking what she couldn't put into words. Her unsteady lips brushed his cheek, drifted and found his mouth.
The last shreds of thought fled, leaving only the unexpected delight of his warm lips responding to hers, his arms pulling her tight. She lost all sense of time and place; she forgot even how to breathe, until Jag broke off. “Ow!”
“What?” Drei pulled away in a hurry, overheated and mortified. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
“No, it's just --” He gave a rueful smile as he touched his mouth. “You bit me. Pretty hard.”
“Um.” A few weeks ago, she would have been appalled at such a descent into savagery. Wasn't it savage, to go at someone's lips like she was trying to devour them? There was certainly nothing rational about it. And she wanted to do it again.