"Tell me to stop," Kieran whispered against her mouth in a strained voice. "If you want me to."
Emerald swallowed hard, the weight of the moment pressing against her.
She didn't answer.
Her lips were parted, her chest rising and falling quickly, but still, no words came.
He waited for a second longer. Then two. When she didn't speak, didn't pull away, his control snapped like a taut wire. His lips found hers again, and this time, there was no hesitation.
The kiss was hungry, deep, full of everything they hadn't said.
She leaned back, letting him guide her down until she was lying on the cave floor, the soft moss beneath her serving as a cool contrast to the heat building between them.
Her hair spilled around her shoulders like a dark curtain, shielding the mark on her neck from view.
Kieran hovered over her, propped on one arm, the other hand tangled in her hair. "You're… driving me insane," he breathed in a hoarse voice.
