Charis
The door had barely shut before Kael's hands were on me.
He pressed me against the door, clicking the lock into place. Before I could say anything, or even take a breath, Kael's hands were on my face and his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was desperate, hungry, like he'd been holding back for too long and couldn't anymore. His tongue swept against mine, and I made a small sound of surprise that turned into something else entirely.
"Kael," I breathed when he pulled back for air. "We need to—"
But his mouth found my neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive spot just below my ear. My knees went weak.
"Kael, wait. I need to ask you something—"
But his mouth captured mine again, deeper this time, and the words tangled on my tongue. His hand slid up the side of my neck, thumb brushing my jaw in a touch that was both tender and desperate.
Every kiss felt like a claim. Every sigh I let out is a surrender.
