If a fast heartbeat could be turned into musical instruments, Jacquelyn's own would be the talking drum. She couldn't even hear herself think with Kael's lips on hers.
Kael hummed, then pulled back from the kiss, his eyes half-closed as he said in a husky voice filled with desire, "Part your lips for me, little wife."
Though inexperienced and with no knowledge of what intimacy with a man felt like, Jacquelyn obeyed Kael's voice and parted her lips slightly, allowing him to steal her breath.
