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Leah gulped, a moment of stillness setting over them. Taryn’s Light flickered with unease–what if she hated them?
Then she nodded, and Taryn felt alive all over again.
“I do,” she said. “A lot.”
He’d never heard sweeter words in all his existence.
“I want to feel them,” she whispered.
No,thesewere the sweetest.
Taryn clenched his jaw. He wanted nothing more than to sink his fangs into her, but that was one of the most intimate things his kind could do with a Lightmate. It was powerful. It was intense. It could fuse their energies together.
It wasn’t the time for it, no matter how much Taryn wanted it to be.
He had to refrain–but he could offer her a small taste. When a Lightmate asked, a Quillon provided.
Watching her closely, for any hesitation, Taryn leaned down, letting his two fangs pass his top lip. He gently grazed the spot between her neck and her shoulder with them. Only a touch, only a flutter of a movement, when all he wanted to do was to grab and sink and hold.
Leah reacted instantly. She exposed more of her neck, her soft sighs filling the room.
Taryn closed his eyes to keep from doing the inevitable–taking her, body, mind, and fangs alike.
Patience.
As his control began to slip, he retreated. They would have time for everything. Later.
Achingly slow, Taryn tilted his head, lips seeking out hers. Here, in this moment, their kiss had to be perfect. There was no other way.
And it was. Their lips met halfway, a soft flutter that only spurred them on.
Leah opened her sweet mouth, allowing him entrance. His narrow, long tongue circled hers, drawing her further into him.
A soft moan passed from her lips into his very being, beating against his Light.
Amazing, simply amazing.
He savored her mouth, delighting in the little puffs of air she let out against his cheeks. Her hands glided up his chest, coiling around his neck. She pulled him further into her, falling back down against the mattress.
His body covered hers, a perfect match. They were destined for each other, he already knew.
Who cared about secrets when he had the Lightmate of his dreams in his arms?
Their kiss turned more urgent, lips sliding together in a maddening rhythm. Taryn nestled his hips against hers, as her legs wrapped around him.
Her hands–those long, lithe, enticing arms of hers that he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about–began to roam over his body. They drifted from his chest, down his back. His hands might’ve been Ignited, but she was lighting his skin with her small touches.
Her fingers crawled up his spine, muddling his thoughts. Then she grabbed the base of his horns.
Taryn groaned against her lips, hips flexing against hers. Quillons' horns were one of the most sensitive spots on their bodies, but his were even more so.
“Do that again,” he muttered, mouth trailing the column of her neck. “Please.”
She obliged. Her palms grasped the base, slowly sliding up toward the tip. If the Blaze took him, this is how he wanted to go. With Leah underneath him, driving him wild with her touches.
As Taryn moved further down her body, wanting to taste every single part of her, Leah leaned up. She grabbed the back of his head, keeping him steady.
Then she licked one of his horns.
