RETH
Elia's eyes widened. "Even to death," she repeated.
Then, as if her words had snapped a leash within them both, they launched themselves at each other.
Reth had her pinned back against the tree trunk even as her hands clung and grabbed, pulling him tighter, closer.
Breath thundering, voices catching, they kissed and nuzzled and sucked, hands searching and groping.
Then Reth slid his knee between hers, groaning the mating call as her frantic, shaking hands slid first down his neck and chest, then to cup him in his leathers, then sliding back up, under his jacket, following his torso, flattening her palms on his stomach, and giving a soft cry when he released her to grip the hem of it and tug it up and over his head and off, dropping it to the cold ground at her feet then pulling her to him as if only she could provide the warmth he needed.
"Mine," she whimpered. "Reth, you're mine!"
