Book 8: The Taste of Him

Kenna

I arch my back and brush my mouth over Evander’s jaw. His proximity is overwhelming to every single sense, and I drown in him. He lowers himself to cover me wholly with his body, pushing the sheets down to the end of the bed with his feet. 

This feels different than it did in the cave. Despite our obvious desire for each other that has spanned weeks at this point, we were performing the ritual together. It was something we had to do.

But this… this is just for us. Because we want to. Because, despite everything that happened last night and what’s happening now, we need this from each other. 

His touch is the perfect distraction. His hand roaming down my side is enough for my mind to go blissfully blank. 

Every other feeling is set aside for now, and that’s okay. For a few moments, we can just be mates. Soon, I’m sure every waking minute of my life will be consumed by worry for my parents and my kingdom.