Kivan bowed to meet her lips, and she tilted her head back to meet his kiss. Ready for all the heat and passion that could scorch the desert sands themselves. Except that his mouth hovered over her own, lightly teasing. Sastra let out a slow sigh, his arms moving to wrap around her back once more, pulling her against his body. His lips pressed against the corner of her mouth, feathering touches against the skin of her jaw and behind her left ear. Her legs were weak, the strength of his blood calling to her own. Lust in a way she was beginning to recognise, that was different to what she’d experienced before.
It was like an ache, ever present, a smouldering ember quick to fan into flame when he drew near. When he touched her, kissed her, challenged her, those flames exploded and roared wit
