Lital's glossy black lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, her black eyes glowing faintly as she pressed her hand flat against his chest, her black nails splaying wide.
With a sudden but controlled push, she guided him backward. Kael let out a startled breath as his back met the couch cushions, the fabric yielding beneath him.
Her lips landed onto his again, harder this time, the sweetness giving way to hunger.
The kiss was deep, pulling, dragging him into her rhythm, her tongue sliding against his with a heat that made his head spin.
He tried to push gently against her shoulder, a reflex to create space, but her shadows stirred, rising like liquid tendrils from the floor.
They wrapped around his wrists, tugging them down with a silken grip, cool and unyielding.
The tendrils crawled—up his arms, across his chest, down his sides, their touch cool but deliberate, tracing his skin like ghostly fingers.
