Vincent kissed Elara deeply, his arms wrapping around her as if to hold onto the moment. The warmth of her body pressed against him, and for a moment, the world around them seemed to disappear.
During his hitman days in his previous world, Vincent had been what one might refer to as sexually active. After completing a mission, he would often find solace in the company of women, using those fleeting connections to distract himself from the weight of the lives he had taken. It had become a ritual of sorts—a way to detach, to remind himself that he was still human despite the darkness he carried.
And Elara's lips and tongue tasted sweet, sweeter than any kiss he had experienced before. Is this the difference between elves and humans? Vincent wondered as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. His hands moved to pull her closer, the heat between them building.
