A sudden, primal urge surged through him, raw and undeniable. His body burned to feel her warmth.
He stepped inside the kitchen, not paying attention to Kayla and Marceline who were in there with her.
"Smells good," Zaeryn's voice was a low murmur against Ysmeine's hair. He stepped up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her back against his chest until her body was flush against his.
Ysmeine let out a soft gasp of surprise before a warm smile touched her lips. She leaned into his embrace, her head tilting instinctively as he nuzzled the delicate, perfumed skin of her neck.
"I was experimenting with some new herbs," she said, her own voice a little breathless. "I thought they'd give the dish an extra kick."
A slow smile spread across Zaeryn's face. He wasn't thinking about the dish; he was thinking about her, about the intoxicating floral scent that was uniquely Ysmeine. He leaned in, his lips tracing a path from her neck to the corner of her mouth.
