Ha’ven closed his eyes as intense desire and something he didn’t understand moved through his body, making it taut. A low moan escaped him as her lips parted under the pressure of his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, wanting to taste the sweet fruit of her essence that he had been taunted with since the first time he kissed her.
His hand moved around to cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer. His head tilted ever so slightly, allowing him to deepen the kiss. He tried to pull her around so he could press her delicate form against his aching body, but the table prevented him from gathering her closer.
With a muttered curse, he pulled back and rested his forehead against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily. After several long seconds, he sat back and pulled his hand around
