He didn't stop at the first kiss.
Not when she was so close. Not when her lips were still parted… still warm under his.
He leaned in again, and kissed her even more deeply.
His hand tightened at her waist as he pulled her closer against him, closing whatever little space was left between their bodies.
Eliora melted into it almost instantly, her fingers gripping his trousers without thinking.
His other hand slowly moved down until it rested on the curve of her butt, holding her tightly against him.
She gasped softly into his mouth when they touched, but the kiss swallowed the sound.
Then she felt the hard press of him beneath her.
Her breath hitched, realization flashing across her face.
"Zar…" she whispered against his lips.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, and he exhaled.
"Calm down," he murmured. "We cannot do anything about it anyway."
She swallowed.
