ELIA
She didn't know what was happening to her—she was driven to be close to him, tingling at his touch, desperate for his kiss. She didn't know this man, yet somehow she did. Something in him called to her, and she couldn't deny it.
When he kissed her—somehow tender and taking in the same breath—her knees shook even worse than the rest of her. She wished they were alone. She wished she understood what was happening to her body. But she was certain of one thing: She didn't want to be away from him. Not yet.
So when he finally groaned and broke off the kiss, roaring to his people—and they all shouted, cawed, or growled back—she dropped her forehead to his broad, flat chest, letting her hands trail up his sides.
