~Sylion's POV~
The heat inside me hadn't settled, and neither had the storm in my wolf. It was wild, untamed, and something I had never experienced before.
Elowen's lips still stayed on mine, a reminder of the heat that burned between us. I couldn't shake the sensation of her warmth, the softness of her mouth, and the way my heart had quickened... everything was just... intense.
As Elowen started to gently pull back, I placed my palm on her hair, threading my fingers through the strands, holding her just slightly longer.
A sound, almost a hum, escaped from her lips, and she returned the kiss. It wasn't just a kiss anymore; it was deeper, a connection that I felt every inch of her, as if her essence was mingling with mine.
Finally, the kiss ended. We both pulled back slightly, eyes darting away from each other in that awkward silence that followed the intensity.
I cleared my throat, trying to dispel the shyness.
