Heena looked at him and pulled his chin with one hand, bringing his face down to hers as their lips touched. She started kissing him passionately, deeply, making his breath catch. Larus's face turned bright red, his eyes widening in surprise before fluttering closed.
But soon he was lost in the flow of it, kissing her back with growing confidence, his arms wrapping around her waist.
They didn't even remember how they got out of the bathroom.
The distance from the bathing chamber to the bedroom should have been long—through the sitting room, past the dressing area, across the marble floors.
But somehow they were just… there.
Standing by the bed, no robes on either of them anymore, skin still damp from the bath, breathless and flushed.
Larus ended up on the bed somehow—pulled down or falling back, neither could recall—lying against the silk sheets, his wheat-gold hair spread around his head, his face absolutely crimson.
