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My kiss is tentative. Experimental. It’s the first time I initiate a kiss. The first time I kiss Aiden without him basically forcing it on me. At first, it’s a slight press of my lips against his firm ones. Then, my tongue darts out and I lick his bottom lip over and over. Gaining more boldness, I pull myself up and slightly nibble on it before trailing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth. The whole time, Aiden watches me with hooded eyes. Both his arms are taut as he leans his hands on the bed. He’s not touching me. My bold phase shrinks a little. Maybe he changed his mind, maybe — “Fuck this,” Aiden groans as his lips crash to mine. His kiss is the complete opposite of my gentle ones. Aiden kisses like a madman searching for his sanity. It’s always out of control. My breathing ceases when he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth and devours me. That’s what Aiden does. He devours. He shreds me apart and strips me bare until he owns every part of me. Now that he’s taking charge, I feel