[Silthara Palace---Courtyard Corridor----Continuation]
The corridor remained silent long after the kiss ended.
Too silent.
Varesh stood pinned between the cold stone pillar and the far more dangerous warmth of Arkhazunn's body, his chest rising and falling too quickly, his pulse thundering so violently that he was certain the High Mage could feel it beneath his skin.
His lips still burned.
Every place Arkhazunn had touched him still burned.
Varesh's fingers were clenched tightly in the front of Arkhazunn's robes, though he did not remember grabbing him in the first place. His mind felt disoriented...half drowned in heat, half strangled by the reality of what had just happened.
Arkhazunn had kissed him, not once, not by mistake, not while drunk and not while mistaking him for someone else.
No.
This time Arkhazunn had kissed him with terrifying clarity, with that dark, possessive intensity that still lingered in the mage's golden eyes like a storm refusing to pass.
