My eyes widened in shock, a gasp escaping my lips as his tongue forced it's way into my mouth, moving with hurried, insistent strokes.

I placed my hands on his chest, pushing him with all my might, but he didn't even budge, his body as solid as rock. His fingers dug into my bare waist, while his other hand fisted in my hair holding my head in place, as his tongue danced with mine in a relentless, dominating rhythm.

My eyes welled up with tears, I began hitting his chest, I was out of my breath. He pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at me intently. Our chests heaven because of lack of breath.

I swallowed hard, the unfamiliar, salty taste lingering in my mouth. I pushed him and fled from his office, rushing to the restroom. I tried to rinse the taste from my mouth with water. Yet, the enigmatic flavour persisted, leaving me bewildered and unsettled.

I stared at my reflection, my lipstick smudged completely by his kiss, kajal smeared under my eyes because of tears, my eyes were bloodshot.

He had taken from me what I had so carefully guarded - my first kiss, one I'd planned to give my husband. It's lost now. I clenched my fists tightly, squeezing my eyes shut.