Leticia’s POV
His breath was minty, his lips were soft, and contrary to Kartein, he didn’t invade my space immediately. His hands were still on my hips, but he wasn’t pressing me against his hard-on.
Iodore was soft, careful, at first, he didn’t even use tongue, but that was not what I wanted. I lifted my hands and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer.
He growled before tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His mouth moved against mine with slow, confident pressure, parting my lips just enough to let his tongue brush the seam of mine.
A soft gasp escaped me, and that was his breaking point. The careful restraint snapped like wire. Iodore’s growl deepened into something primal, vibrating against my lips as he surged forward. One hand slid from my hip to the small of my bac
