Eira's POV
He leaned in slowly, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips. My lashes fluttered shut just as his mouth brushed over mine.
Featherlight at first. Testing.
His lips were warm, soft, but there was tension beneath them—something restrained. Something hungry.
He kissed me again, firmer this time, drawing my lower lip between his and sucking it gently. My knees nearly buckled. My fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as my body instinctively pressed closer to his.
His hand slid up the curve of my spine, fingers splaying wide as he pulled me into him. The book he had dropped fell unnoticed to the ground with a soft thud.
He tilted his head, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushed against my lip, coaxing—asking for more. I parted my mouth for him without thinking.
And gods, the way he kissed me after that—
It wasn't soft anymore. It was hungry.
