Kael's POV
The sound undoes me completely.
I deepen the kiss, one of my hands sliding into her hair while the other holds her waist. She tastes like the meat pies we shared, like innocence and fire all at once. Her hands fist in my shirt, and when I nip gently at her lower lip, she gasps against my mouth.
“Elara.”
I breathe her name like I’m laying claim to her.
She pulls back suddenly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, green eyes wide and confused.
“I—We shouldn’t—”
“Why not?”
My voice is rough with desire.
“Because...”
She searches for a reason, her fingers still twisted in my shirt.
“Because I don’t understand what this is. What you want from me.”
The honest bewilderment in her voice makes me step back, though everything in me rebels against the distance. I’ve told he
