It had been sweet to touch her before, but now her consent was wholly his, and her willingness worked like magic in his body. He felt liberated and alive.
He stroked her spine with his thumb as he leaned down. Her eyes drifted shut and her lips twisted to get a kiss. She tried to stand on her toes and lifted her face to his. A trembling bride, awaiting her husband's kiss. He should have laughed over it but it made his skin ripple and a gush of something electrifying passed into his body.
He took her lower lip gently in his. She tasted chocolate. She drank chocolate as a child would, delighted, gleeful, as if each sip tasted better than the last.
He smiled against her mouth, delighted with himself as if it was the first kiss they shared. The passion mixed with her shyness, it started something wonderful, something he had not planned but grateful for.
