When their lips met in another kiss, Gwendolyn’s heart soared in her chest like a caged bird, all nerves and need enmeshed together— a need to forget her troubles, to allow herself to indulge in what she had always secretly wanted. A small gasp escaped her as she felt Cameron’s arm pull her close to him. It was at this point that she allowed her nervous hands to caress his face, sighing when his tongue flickered across her lips.<br/><br/>Her plush lips parted slightly, their tongues and lips meeting in a deeply passionate kiss that only stood to escalate further. Her breath was already starting to escape her, the restraint from the corset cinched around her waist only worsening her breathlessness. She could feel herself melting into his strong arms— it was the embrace she always craved and wanted, but with everything she could’ve dreamed of: his lips on hers, his hands on her waist and tangled in her hair.<br/><br/>“My dear,” she finally gasped, barely dragging her lips from his, “I can hardly breathe.”