Indeed, by the time it ended the kiss was downright frantic; any longer, any more passionate and clothes surely would've started to come off. She was almost-but-not-quite- in his lap, and Nessie was clinging to him, her fingers sliding through his hair.
By the time the kiss broke, her breath had quickened. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath in and out, and she was panting rather softly, licking her lips as her hands slowly fell away from him. Vanessa didn't want to stop; part of her was so grateful to him, for being able to pull away. She whimpered in protest and swallowed hard, slowly lifting her eyes to meet his own. It was, doubtlessly, the most intense moment she'd ever shared with another person. And it was better than even she imagined; to think she would be sated with a single kiss had been terribly naive.