His Kiss
She was exiting the library when she felt the breath of wandless magic dance across her skin.
No longer cloaked in shadow, he stood before her. He had spent the last few hours contemplating this very moment…feeling the silk of her skin against his; seeing the fire in her eyes, knowing he was the one to illicit such a response. He moved ever closer until she felt the evidence of his arousal.
"Just repaying the gift you so passionately bestowed upon me this morning."
Then his kiss filled her with a tender longing that held a multitude of lascivious promise.
