Bab 360: The Bond

LERRIN

Lerrin shivered, breath shuddering as her lips barely traced his, the touch so light he almost questioned if it had happened. But he sucked in deep and so did she.

Then she traced her tongue along his, tilted her head and pulled him in and Lerrin groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Suhle… please… he sent. Can I touch you? I would never—

Yes.

A high, thin whine broke in his throat. Trembling with equal parts want and fear, he finally brought his shaking hands up to cup her beautiful face and took her mouth with every ounce of the love and heat he'd been trying to ignore for weeks.

His skin tingled wherever she touched him—his lips, his jaw, her hands now trailing down his back. She breathed deep and quick. Though her kiss was slow, tentative, her scent bubbled with joy—it was not threaded with fear.

Lerrin wanted to howl.