Exelia arched against his hand, a moan muffled by the kiss. Her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more contact. Kael responded by deepening the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with the same intensity with which his fingers began to explore the warm wetness between her legs.
He knew her—every curve, every sigh, every point of tension. His fingers slid over her with a precision that was almost cruel, touching her exactly where she needed it most, but without giving her the complete relief she craved. Instead, he made her feel every inch, every tremor, every wave of desire that coursed through her body.
"Kael..." she moaned, his name coming out as a plea and an accusation at the same time.
He pulled his lips away from hers, his gaze dark and intense as he watched her reactions. "Say it," he ordered, his voice hoarse.
"Please..."
