Eira's POV
He kissed me slowly, unhurried, as if he was giving me time to pull away. When I didn't, the kiss deepened on its own, soft but weighted with something heavier beneath it. His lips moved against mine with a quiet insistence, warm and coaxing, drawing a faint sigh from my chest before I could stop it.
His hand at my hair tightened slightly, not rough, just enough to keep me steady to his liking. The other settled at my waist, steady and protective, holding me close without pressing, as if he was careful even in this moment due to my pregnancy. The kiss wasn't rushed. It lingered, lingered again, each brush of his lips sending a slow heat through me.
I responded without thinking, my hands curling into the fabric of his coat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as it synced with mine. When he tilted his head, the kiss grew deeper, more intimate, yet still restrained, like a promise rather than a demand.
