He leaned in closer, his breath teasing the soft wrinkles of her cheek.
"Mhhm ~ Rael..." A soft, delicate moan spilled from her lips, almost surprised. Her back arched slightly, her wrists still pinned but no longer resisting.
Julian smiled.
He planted a kiss on her forehead—tender and slow—then trailed downward. Her breath hitched with each one, her body trembling under the gravity of his presence.
His mouth hovered beside her lips now—so close that their breath mingled, but he didn't kiss her yet. He waited.
Her eyes fluttered open, glassy with emotion, and locked onto his. Slowly, she lifted her head, bridging the final breath between them, and captured his lips in a kiss.
It was soft at first—tentative, like touching fire for the first time. But then her lips parted wider, her moans escaping into him as the kiss deepened.
Julian kissed her back, his tongue meeting hers in a consuming dance of intimacy. Each movement was careful. A man playing god beneath the guise of myth.
