I don’t know if you know this, but the first-kiss scene is always a big deal to me. I need it to be earth-shattering, and beyond memorable. Why? Because for these two characters, it’s the last first-kiss moment they’re ever going to have. This is the kiss that has to be so good it convinces them there will never be another person in the world who could give them a more perfect kiss. From their POV, it has to be perfection.
No pressure, right?
Vasili and Anya’s first kiss was no different. I actually wrote this scene a couple different ways, and finally wound up with the surprise approach, rather than a relentless sort of chase, and I think it turned out pretty well. Read on, and let me know what you think! 🙂
HAUNTED’s 1st Kiss Scene:
“You swear, huh?” I held out my pinky. “Pinky swear?”
He stared at my pinky. “What the hell is that?”
“Oh my God, you don’t know what a pinky swear is? What kind of childhood did you have?”
His expression turned black. “You don’t want to know.”
Yeah, probably not. “A pinky swear is the greatest promise in the universe. Absolutely unbreakable by any means known to man.” I reached for his hand, pulled his pinky up and linked it with mine. “Fire, earth, water, air, I declare a pinky swear.” I looked up into those dark-as-hell eyes of his and smiled. “I swear I’ll never allow myself to be afraid of you, because I believe in you, Vas. I believe you’ll never, ever want to make me afraid.”
He stared at out knotted pinky fingers. “You believe in me?”
The way he said it—like a kid who couldn’t believe he was getting his most wished-for gift at Christmas—tore at my heart. “I believe in you,” I repeated on a whisper, and impulsively rolled up on my bare toes to press my lips to his cheek. But in that moment he turned his head and my lips landed squarely on his.
The world exploded.
Like the rest of him, Vas’s lips were hard, like silk-covered titanium. For a heartbeat they remained that way before suddenly becoming alive, claiming my mouth with an undeniably bold authority.
Yes.
I didn’t recall consciously turning into his arms; all I knew was that I was just suddenly there, my arms wrapped around his neck while he clamped me hard to his body as if he were drowning and I was the only life preserver around. He held me so tightly my feet barely touched the floor while his mouth moved over mine, as if savoring the texture of my lips.
Beautiful.
The brush of his tongue against the seam of my lips opened them like magic. Eagerly I welcomed his intimate invasion, and my heart did a crazy, bungee-jumping bounce when his tongue stroked mine. That caress was as bold as the slide of his hand down my back, pressing me against him until our bodies fused together in one long line. The heat rolling off him was delirium-inducing, enveloping me in a bubble of searing warmth. That heat melted whatever was left of my brain, evaporating any lingering thoughts or fears I might have had about getting intimate with a man I had no choice but to live with. Everything burned away, until all that was left was an animalistic hunger and the pleasure his mouth gave me. I wanted more, craved more, a wild frenzy of more, more, more, and if I didn’t get out of this stupid robe in the next ten seconds I was going to burst into flame.
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Stacy Gail -- Romance Author 