KALLE
They smiled at each other and her stomach clenched. She held her breath and Gahrye swallowed.
"You're sure that—" he began, but she interrupted him.
"Gahrye?"
"Yes?" His brow furrowed. He looked so anxious she had to stroke his face to soothe him.
"I want you," she whispered, then reached for the buckle of his leathers. "And I want you right now."
That strange, resonant call vibrated in her bones where their chests met as Gahrye buried his fingers in her hair and finally let himself go. She smiled as he descended on her, but her grin soon disappeared.
He stole her mouth, his tongue delving and dancing, lips demanding, his breath hot on her cheek. He sucked in a breath, his hands dragging up her sides until his hands covered her breasts and he groaned, sliding down her body with lips and teeth until he found one nipple and opened his mouth over it, then sucked.
Hard.
