Page 84 of Volik

Jump to the wall. Set the items on the floor. Then jump back.

A bright light—a flash—flares through the glass panel in the door behind Nix. Followed by hissed admonishments.

But I do not care if students are watching this part.

I place one hand against her chest, over her warm skin, feeling our heartbeat, strong and steady. I slide the other into her hair until my palm is against the back of her head.

Her hands reach for me at the same time, pressing against my stomach, sliding up.

Holding her in place, I lean down and press my mouth to hers.

My eyes close.

Pure perfection.

I part my lips. And so does she.

My tongue slides into her mouth. And she moans.

My fingers flex against the back of her head as I move my other hand higher, away from her heart, until I am palming the front of her throat.

Soon.

Soon, I will have this part as mine too.

I pull back from the kiss just enough to speak. “I am okay. The change did not cause me any pain.”

Her hands move over my chest. “Promise?”

Our lips touch as she says the word.

So I repeat it. “Promise.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “The change felt good.”

“What do you mean?”

I consider telling her about the headache I had for days, but I do not want to make her more concerned. So I give her the other half of the truth. “It meant I had found you.”

Nix shifts onto her toes and presses her lips against mine.

She kisses me.

My tongue dances with hers, then she sucks it into her mouth.

Our pulse doubles. My cock starts to thicken. And when I inhale…

Cherry-drenched orchids.

The rumble that leaves me is loud enough to rattle the door.

“Volik.” Nix almost laughs as she lowers back to her heels.

“You are… aroused,” I growl.

It is not a question.

I can smell it, that tinge of cherry giving her away.

Gods. What will she smell like when she’s bleeding? Down there.