He tilted his head and sank his teeth into her bottom lip. As soon as her mouth opened in a small gasp, he slipped his tongue inside. Tara’s own moan was drowned out by Elias’s guttural growl. He ran his tongue along her own and across the roof of her mouth. She tasted like the sweetest nectar, and he drank her down as if he had every right to. Something inside of him whispered that he did. She was his. Her soul needed to be joined with his, was meant to be joined with his.
As those thoughts wrapped around him like a comfortable blanket, he slowed the urgent kiss and savored her. The long, deep kiss turned into short kisses, gentle bites, and tentative touches of her tongue against his.
“I didn’t know what was wrong,” Elias said in between kisses. “I could feel your fear.” His lips left
