Third Person Narrative:
Edris did not rush her.
At least, he tried not to.
Even as the heat between them thickened and turned heavy in the air, he held himself back. His hands moved slowly over her skin, as if memorizing it again. His mouth traced the curve of her throat, the hollow beneath her ear, the place where her breath caught.
But restraint was becoming harder.
Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently, and something inside him tightened. She arched into him without hesitation, her body open and willing in a way that made his chest burn.
With Silas, she had endured.
With him, she leaned closer.
That thought nearly broke his composure.
He lifted his head and looked at her. Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were darker, warmer. There was no calculation in them.
Just want.
"You're sure," he murmured again, though his voice was already rough.
Instead of answering, she pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him.
