The kiss lingered.
Zaeryn felt Arya melting into him, losing herself in it completely. For someone so disciplined in a fight, she was surprisingly unguarded here.
Her lips were warm, soft, and faintly sweet from the drink she had taken earlier.
She kissed him like she knew exactly what she was doing, until his hand tightened at her waist without him meaning to.
Arya's reception to his touch was to completely melt into him.
When Arya melted into him, Zaeryn felt the shift in her resolve and let his hand wander, tracing the curve of her hip until it rested lower, pulling her flush against him. Arya let out a ragged, breathless noise.
It was a boldness she hadn't expected, but one she found herself hungering for. His hands on her skin felt like an anchor.
It was as if every spark of Vitae between them was suddenly humming in synchronization, bridging the gap between a War-Lady and the anomaly.
