Kael fisted his hands in her hair but couldn't decide whether to pull her away or hold her there forever. Definitely forever. Now that he'd accepted the magic weaving around them, he felt it down deep. Being with Shayla this way was as right as breathing, as drinking blood. Her tongue curled around his right canine and he sucked in a breath and growled. His fangs were so fucking sensitive and her tongue was relentless.
He groaned, then grabbed her shoulders and forced her backward until her body met the tall column of the iron poster on the bed. It took a little effort and even more resolve to release her from the kiss, to give up her stroking of his fangs. But his patience had just run into the negative.
Shayla gasped as her back bumped into the cold metal, which he imagined got colder as he pushed the robe the rest of the way off her arms.
"Arms up and grasp onto the post."
Talk about an Irish kiss! LOL
I hope you all have a great Sunday, and happy celebrations to those with St. Patty's Days events to enjoy!
Thanks for reading!