To think one day she would be scared of a kiss.
Islinda took in a deep breath, tightening her resolve not to get carried away. It’s just a quick, short kiss. Thankfully, Aldric said so himself and couldn’t contradict that. No loopholes. Thank the gods.
She was able to cover the distance between them with just a move forward and lifted herself on her toes, smacking her lips on his and stepping back before he could blink.
"Done." Islinda breathed with relief. See, that went better than she thought.
However, Aldric looked at her indifferently, "What just happened?"
"The kiss." Islinda’s breathing was heavy even though it wasn’t even a real kiss.
He snorted, "Were you massaging my lips or what?"
And her hackles raised at his ridiculing tone, "You said it would be a simple kiss."
Aldric’s lips curled, "I’m not a bit sorry to tell you this darling, but if that Idea of a simple kiss was the experience you got from Valerie, then I can confirm that my brother dearest was a very poor teacher because that could only qualify as a peck,"
As if the snark was not enough, he added almost immediately, "Even a peck could do better than that. However, if that’s not from my brother, then I can say that you’re proudly a bigger coward than I thought. You don’t even uphold an agreement honorably."
Islinda’s eyes cut ablaze with that statement, looking red in the face. If Aldric hoped to provoke her with his words then it worked.
She snarled, "Fine, let me show you how big of a coward I can be."
Islinda then went on her tiptoes again, held Aldric’s face with both hands, and pushed her mouth against his. Her lips pressed against his firmly for over a minute before she began to move and it was an incredible feeling. His lips were just as soft as she had thought - and recalled.
She didn’t realize until now there was something incredibly hot about being in charge of this kiss. And she nibbled on his lower lips that once held her interest, exhilarated by the feeling. However, that fascination soon became irritation when Aldric would not respond to her kiss.
So Islinda broke the kiss and lifted her eyes to him, "What the hell?" She gave him a warning look.
Then she moved to place her lips on him again, this time curling her hand around his neck and kissing him hard on the mouth. Yet the result was the same.
She stepped back and pushed him on the chest, anger coursing through her at his nonchalant, although she had to applaud his ability to keep a straight face through the whole thing. The fact Aldric did not reciprocate the kiss made her confidence plummet, was she that bad of a kisser?
At once, Aldric grabbed her face and pulled away.
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