Malvoria had been expecting it—hoping for it—but Elysia's lips still took her breath away. The kiss was hot, hungry, and Malvoria found herself falling into it without hesitation.
She didn't think past the way Elysia fit against her—her lips soft against Malvoria's mouth, her body arching into her.
She felt the kiss down to her toes—every flicker of Elysia's tongue making her want to deepen it.
But Elysia was injured. Malvoria knew that, but it was so easy to forget with the way her heart was pounding against her chest. She couldn't be rough—not now.
She wanted to slide her tongue against Elysia's, to feel the soft give of her mouth, but she hesitated.
It wasn't the first Malvoria was kissing Elysia but that one feeled different from the one they had shared during their wedding night, her tongue was desperate to know the taste of her new wife.
Then Elysia licked at the seam of her lips. Her tongue, hot against Malvoria's skin, made her breath catch.
