There are many different types of kisses. Theres a passionate kiss of farewelllike the kind Rhett gave Scarlett when he went off to war. The kiss of I-cant-really-be-with-you-but-I-want-to-belike with Superman and Lois Lane. Theres the first kissone that is gentle and hesitant warm and vulnerable. And then theres the kiss of possessionwhich was how Ren kissed me now. It went beyond passion beyond desire. His kiss was full of longing need and love like all those other kisses. But it was also filled with promises and pledges some of which seemed sweet and tender while others seemed dangerous and exciting. He was taking me over. Staking a claim. He seized me as boldly as the tiger captured his prey. There was no escape. And I didnt want to. I would have happily died in his clutches. I was his. And he made sure I knew it. My heart burst with a thousand beautiful blooms all tiger lilies. And I knew with a certainty more powerful than anything Id ever felt before that we belonged together.
