Elara's POV
His mouth crashed against mine, tongue deep and demanding, and I kissed him back like I was starving. Our breaths tangled. Lips slick and swollen. His hand gripped my jaw, tilting my face as he deepened the kiss like he couldn't get enough.
I didn't want him to stop.
I loved every second of it.
Kieran groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist, sliding under my tank top, fingers trailing fire across my skin. I arched into him, craving more—craving him. I gasped when his fingers brushed under my breast, and he froze.
"You okay?" he asked, breathless.
I nodded.
I was more than okay.
"I need you," he murmured against my lips. "But not here. Inside. You deserve your first time on a bed. Not in the damn forest."
I blushed and grabbed his hand,
