Without realizing it, they began moving.
Neither of them seemed aware of where they were going. Neither appeared willing to be the first to surrender the kiss.
The rest of the cave faded into nothing. There was only heat, only stolen breaths, and the impossible awareness of each other.
Aurora felt every beat of her heart as though it echoed through her entire body. Her hand tangled in Asher's hair tightened unconsciously while his arm remained firmly around her waist, holding her against him as if he couldn't bear the distance of even a single step.
The kiss left no room for coherent thought.
Every time she considered pulling away, he followed. And every time he gave her space to retreat, she closed it herself. Neither of them seemed capable of stopping.
Eventually the backs of Aurora's legs brushed against the stone bed covered in the thick hides, freezing her in place for only a second before a slow, dangerous smile appeared on her face.
