To her, his kiss felt like searing hot fire. It sparked something in her, a motive, a cure for her desire. It reassured her she made the right decision, swearing loyalty to his father. To die with him. It was worth it all thanks to that one little kiss. She leaned up, moving to repositon herself, facing him but never letting her lips leave his. She pressed into him, confident he wouldn't turn her away.<br/><br/>She moved her lips against his, smooth, the kiss felt like liquid heat. The power rolled off her flesh in torrents, raw and unhindered. Her wound sealed shut, healed in that instant. This was the awakening she needed. Her power flared to life, and her touch would feel warm, and alluring, nothing he'd ever felt before.