"You give too much."
"Do I?" Her voice was sultry. Wanton.
Claws pricked skin as he stole another kiss. "Indeed."
She was more than accepting, stealing one for herself.
Instincts warred—he wanted nothing more than to spirit her away but refused to take advantage of her forgiving nature.
"The others will come looking for us if we do not return soon."
Swollen lips turned down into a delightful pout, but she nodded, the storm that had been threatening to consume them ebbing.
"To be continued then?"
Another kiss. "And prolonged."
A shiver accompanied her resignation, and he smirked, taking in one more drag of her hair before helping her to her feet.
