Evaline:
The last waves of pleasure shuddered through me, leaving my body trembling and my heart racing in a rhythm that refused to slow. I could still feel Kieran's weight against me, his warmth seeping into my skin, his breath ragged against my neck.
My mind floated somewhere between exhaustion and bliss as his lips began to move - softly, almost reverently - down the side of my neck.
Each kiss was feather-light, tracing a path that made my skin tingle. I felt him pause just a breath away from Draven's mate mark... the mark that still glowed faintly whenever my emotions spiked. My pulse jumped, and anticipation flooded my veins. Just one touch, one press of his lips, and I knew the rush of pleasure that would follow would be overwhelming. I waited, breath caught in my throat.
But instead of claiming me there, his lips veered away, trailing upward again, kissing along my jaw before capturing my mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
