The roar of the waterfall softened around them, becoming something deeper than sound.
A rhythm.
A heartbeat.
A veil of mist drifted over the damp grass and silver lit pool, settling cool against Gwyn’s heated skin as Kael’s mouth moved against hers.
The kiss that had begun carefully did not stay careful.
Gwyn’s fingers tightened in the midnight silk of his hair, pulling him closer, answering every restrained touch with a hunger of her own. She did not wait for him to decide how much he was allowed to want. She showed him.
With her mouth.
With her hands.
With the arch of her body into his.
Kael broke with a sound that seemed torn from the deepest part of him.
Not roughness.
Not taking.
Surrender.
His arms closed around her, and the cool strength of him met the fierce heat of he
