Was it grief that made her act so strangely? Lilia didn’t know herself as she clung to the strong man who held her. Twice she had followed him into the unknown. Twice she had been devoured by his kiss. This wasn’t what she was here for. But it felt so good to be with him. Her body pressed against his, her back arching as his right hand trailed up and down her spine the left cupping her cheek.
He tasted of mint, a heady addition to the scents that she was fast coming to associate with only him. Lilia looped her hands around his neck for balance, left dizzy by his determination to kiss her thoroughly. She felt as though she’d been set on fire, the points where their bodies touched aching with intensity. Her knees, thighs and middle nestled against his. As though her skin could burn beneath
