“You have been weighed.” A kiss on his left cheek.
“You have been measured.” A kiss on the right.
She looked into his eyes, her mouth hovering over his lips. “You have been found…
“Worthy.”
Kalima opened her mouth and kissed Seth. Kissed him openly, confidently, the way she had never kissed another man before.
For a moment she feared he would not respond. That despite her proof, he would push her away, convinced she was either insane, a murderess, or both. His return kiss was hesitant when she wanted him to be bold, his caresses gentle when she wanted him to be sure, but the steely length of his manhood, pulsing against her belly, left no doubt about the depth of his ardor.
Part of her knew that the way she was acting was completely against her personality. She was not ashamed of her
