His hand, the one still hidden beneath her shirt, molded gently around her breast. Fingers curling and pressing, learning again the shape he had missed even in the hours they’d been apart. His touch was soft but intentional, reverent yet undeniably hungry. He held her as if he could memorize her through his palms, read her soul through skin. Raellyn exhaled into his mouth, her breath hitching as his hand coaxed a soft, helpless sound from her throat. Yet still, she didn’t pull away. She clung to him. Her fingers threaded into his hair, her legs slightly shifting beneath him as the heat between them thickened. Their kiss deepened once more, not in speed, but in meaning. It was the ache of two hearts rediscovering each other in the quiet after a long day, in the hush before the world returne
