Page 10 of Crescent Warrior

Her eyes were getting droopy as he moved closer, his long, beautiful eyelashes sweeping over his cheeks as he squeezed them shut. She felt the press of his lips on hers and electricity shot through her entire body from the contact. He pulled away at once, searching her face.

“Did you feel that?” he asked, quietly.

She nodded, her throat clogged with emotion.

He feels it too. It’s only a matter of time.

“Maybe that happens when two people kiss,” she murmured, her voice huskier than usual. “That could be why my parents kiss so much.”

Seeming to agree with the explanation, he leaned forward again, pressing his lips to hers, firmer this time. The electricity was still there, but for long moments they stayed still, not moving.

She opened her eyes to find him watching her. She pulled away, confused. “Are we supposed to do anything else?”

“I’ve seen them move their mouths together. Should we?”

She nodded, leaning forward to capture his lips with hers, rubbing her mouth against his, side to side. It felt nice, but she also felt foolish.

I really did need to practice.

“I don’t think we’re doing it right,” he murmured, and she nodded, pulling away.

Her eyes were on his plump lower lip now, wondering what it would taste like. Without thinking, she leaned forward to lick it. He yanked himself away and she watched his pupils dilate. “Hey! What the hell, Lyta?”

“I was just trying something.”

He nodded, his brow furrowed, but he leaned in slowly and swept his tongue against her lips. They parted so she could touch her tongue against his and he reached up, gripping her hair tight to hold her still. When he tangled his tongue with hers, she felt a shiver down her spine and the heat low in her stomach go even lower.

Her mother, their healer, had explained arousal to her, and she realized that was what she was feeling. He was her mate, after all. Of course she wanted him sexually.

“More,” she murmured against his mouth, and he deepened the kiss, thrusting with his tongue more forcefully.

She moaned, sucking on it, and he made a sound in the back of his throat that she was pretty sure was going to return to her in her dreams. She pulled him over her so they were lying in the grass, his arms on either side of her head as she held onto his shoulders for dear life. They kept up the kisses until her panties were soaking wet.

How embarrassing.

He pulled away to look at her, his usually smoky blue eyes stark black except for a thin rim around his pupils, his eyes dropping to her heaving chest. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in a way that made her squirm, squeezing her thighs together.

“Should we keep practicing?” she whispered, and his eyes snapped up to hers, a small grin playing across his lips.

“Am I very good at it, then?”

“You’re alright,” she shrugged mischievously, and he laughed, leaning down to kiss her again, stealing her breath. She gasped as he lowered himself to her, settling between her thighs.

Yes. Just like this.

She didn’t know what was happening to them, but her body was begging for his to be closer. Her clothes felt cumbersome and heavy. Perhaps they needed to be naked with each other.

At the thought, her cheeks flushed with color. No, they should wait. Their nakedness would be even more delicious when he recognized her as his as well.

“I like kissing,” he groaned, trailing his lips over her chin and jaw.

She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut at the sensation. “Me too,” she choked out, her hands tightening on his bulging biceps as he pressed his face to her neck, inhaling her scent there.

“You smell different,” his voice was muffled by her skin.

Biting her lip, she buried her fingers in his hair. Quite suddenly, he pulled away, scrambling away from her. She watched him go, confused. “Cole?”

“Y-you’re aroused,” he cleared his throat, not looking at her.

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