All she could do was stand still, watching his pained expression, practically seeing the thoughts passing through his mind. This wasn't the first time they'd gotten to a point like this, although this moment was more heated than any other before. Time and time again, though, he'd shot her down and she wondered how much more she could take. She wondered if he'd do it again.
For a second she thought he would. And then, instead, he was kissing her. Barty was kissing her and oh Gods it was like months and months of wanting him all crashing into one explosive heated moment. She was pressed against him, her body flush against his; one of Chastity's hands splayed against his chest as the other gripped his back tightly. His teeth tugged at her lower lip and Chastity moaned, unable to keep the sound inside.
Merlin, had anything ever felt this good? She didn't think so. Certainly no kiss had ever been this explosive, this full of desire and need and fire. Not wanting it to end Chastity leaned up into it, deepening the kiss, nipping at his lower lip before kissing him hungrily again.