He watches me, then closes the distance between us as his lips crash against mine. It’s like thunder and lightning. Hard, unexpected, deafening, and blinding. There’s no time to think about what I’m doing, and I don’t have the will to resist, so I don’t. I grab at the fabric of his shirt and rise onto my tiptoes, trying to get closer. Sergei’s hand squeezes the back of my neck, his other hand caressing the small of my back, pressing me tighter against his body while he attacks my mouth.
