Kael's rough yet damp hands cupped Lilah's cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin, grounding her, and his eyes fixed on every delicate feature on her face.
Then, slowly, he lowered his head.
The first press of his lips was feather-light, as though he were testing how fragile her lips were, and if he pressed any harder, they could break all too easily.
Her breath hitched, and her lashes fluttered.
It was nothing like she imagined, it was softer, warmer, and so fleeting that when he drew back, her heart yearned for more
Lilah's lips trembled, her fingers clenching the tub's edge, her heart filled with disappointment. That was more of a peck than a kiss.
"T-that was… so quick," she whispered without thinking.
Kael blinked, then chuckled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against her. "Do you want another?" He asked. "Do you want it..." He crawled his fingers on her arm. "...more intently?"
