Killian stood in front of Fira and held her chin. He gently raised her gaze to him, seeing the full view of her red face.
"Killian?" Fira asked.
"Have anyone told you that despite your tough personality, you are quite cute?" Killian said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Fira asked, furrowing her eyebrows.
"And a little bit dense too." Killian leaned into her. "Fortunately, it makes you more desirable."
Killian reached for her lips. Fira did not show any resistance; she just stood there and let him claim her lips. Killian felt her hot lips, and the sensation of it made him more eager to move.
Both of their mouths began to fulfill their desires, moving gently as they shared tender kisses.
Killian grabbed Fira's hips and pulled her closer to him; she, on the other hand, put her hands on Killian's chest. Fira was easily drowned by the sensation; she closed her eyes while Killian was watching every change in her face.