I pulled him down to me. Not by force — just a hand on his neck, a slight pressure, an invitation. He followed like a man who'd spent his whole life leading and was discovering, with something close to wonder, what it felt like to be led.
Our mouths met. Slow. Exploratory. His weight settled over me and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer, and the sound he made — low, rough, half-caught in his throat — was the most honest thing Kael Voss had ever given me.
His mouth traced a path down my neck. My collarbone. Lower. He took his time. Kael Voss, who did everything fast and hard and final, was taking his time. His lips found the swell of my breast and paused there. His breath was warm. Uneven.
"Avery."
"Yeah?"
"If I do this wrong —"
"You won't."
"How do you know?"
"B
