irena tilted head slightly in the kissdeepining the contact. Taking, giving, demanding beeseaching [i]owning[/i] it became more than a kiss, and on some level it scared her. he was giving her something presious, and she was giving him somethingpresious right back. what would happen if she fell for him? or she gave him everything? whatever the awnsers she couldn't concentraite.he was like a light in the darkness, the harbor in a storm, the hope she needed in the middle of war. she kissed back as if this is what she was put here to do, Soon she found herself letting her hands roam his body, ever so softly. she pulled herself away "Oh, Isiah..." she said it sounded more like a plee he heart pounded in her chest so loud it sounded like footsteps in her mind.