Chapitre 114: The Magic of Love

ETAN

He cupped her neck, his fingers curling into her hair and pulled her into his kiss, his heart cheering when her breathing immediately quickened. They were both still propped up, so when she leaned into him, her breasts brushed his chest and he made a noise in his throat.

"I do love the sounds you make," she whispered as he kissed his way down her jaw. "I heard myself—I have never had feelings that broke out of me like that before. It seems… desperate. But in a good way."

He was struck again, not only by her innocence, but her fearlessness. To observe the truth and speak it, unashamed. So, he honored her by forcing himself to do the same.

Pulling back just far enough to meet her eyes, his hand still on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw, he spoke in the gravel of his desire. 

"I want you to know, Ayleth, that though I have acted on desire before, I've never… it has never been like this for me, either."