He yielded, just barely at first, and then fully, his mouth answering hers with the hunger of a man who had been untouched for centuries. His hand rose almost helplessly, finding the small of her back as though drawn there by instinct. Heat surged through his fingertips where he touched her, and for a moment the world ceased to exist.
The man who had bent the heavens to his will was undone by a single kiss, and Thessa felt it. Logic evaporated from him in that instant. He had not touched a woman in so long that the very act was dizzying, and utterly beyond reason.
Moments later, they pulled back, the faintest trace of heat still between them. Morvakar's gaze lingered stubbornly on her lips, as though he couldn't quite believe he'd tasted them, as though letting go of that sight would make the moment vanish into mist. He hadn't felt that pull, that raw desire, in centuries.
