The kiss started controlled – measured, strategic, like everything else they'd been doing for days.
But control lasted approximately three seconds before Elara made a sound low in her throat and pulled him closer, deeper, more urgent.
Damien responded in kind, his hands sliding from her waist up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin undergarments.
Her robes had fallen completely open now, hanging loose from her shoulders, creating the illusion of being dressed while being functionally exposed.
"Too many clothes," Elara murmured against his mouth, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt with focused determination. "You're wearing entirely too many clothes."
"You're one to talk," he countered, but he was already helping her, shrugging out of his shirt while she worked on his belt.
