![]() ![]() Athlen returned each fervent press with an intensity of his own, lips parted, mouth hot and willing, and as clumsy as Tal felt. Tal surged forward, bold and eager, hungry for every sensation, his fist clenched in the fabric of Athlen's shirt. He shivered as Athlen cradled his face in his hands and drew him back to kiss again. It was the briefest of kisses, and Athlen's mouth was slippery and cool before Tal inched away, breaking the gentle suction. His pulse thudded hard under his skin as he brushed his chapped lips over Athlen's, trembling and unsure, terrified in equal parts that he might be pushed away or pulled closer. He wouldn't miss it again.Ĭlosing the scant distance between them, Tal tilted his head. Tal didn't know what awaited them beyond this moment, but this was the chance he thought he'd missed. Magic and desire scorched through his veins, his body set aflame. “Tal rested his forehead against Athlen's. ![]()
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