A content growl rumbled in Menarx's chest and his hands went around Neveah's waist, pulling her closer to himself as he deepened the kiss.
His kiss was different this time, more demanding, more insistent, like he wanted Neveah to feel and understand his heart and hers too, to understand that bond or no bond, nothing had changed.
Menarx lifted Neveah up so her legs wrapped securely around his waist and he backed them into an empty cell, till Neveah's back hit the wall, leaving her with no path of retreat.
How he could tell which cells were empty at the moment was best known to him.
Somewhere in the back of Neveah's mind, she did know that this was wrong, that she had made a choice and it meant an end to all she and Menarx shared.
And though she knew it clearly, that this would only make things more difficult, she had been unable to walk away in that moment she needed to, if only this once, Neveah did not wish to be rational.
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