ELRETH
She'd thought the kiss was an end to the conversation, but it turned out, it was only the beginning.
Aaryn seemed to wrestle with some kind of demon—his hands so gentle on her face, his fingers stroking her cheeks, his lips caressing hers. It was as if she were breakable and he was terrified.
At first she wanted to snap him out of it, afraid it was borne out of fear. But then, as his breath turned to sighs, and the mating call echoed in his throat, she realized, no… he wasn't kissing her that way out of fear. He was kissing her that way out of love.
"You are so precious to me," he whispered, then tilted his head to take her mouth in a slow, tender drag that made her lips tingle and her heart race.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered back.
He whined in his throat, pulling her into his lap so she straddled his thighs and the kiss went on. And on.
