That's the only thought that goes racing through Alacruun's head in that brief, flickering moment when he realizes that Adalia is going to kiss him. As far as he knows, they've only kissed once before and then when he arrived here she insisted they hadn't and that she would never, that he ought not to think about that sort of thing. He should think of something clever, of how to turn this. How to twist this into something he can use.
Instead his mind short-circuits a little as their lips meet. He's kissed before, but this is something he's wanted and craved in a terrible, all-encompassing, desiring way. He's wanted her to belong to him. He's wanted her to acknowledge that. And here it is (sort of).
He breathes out, shoulders falling slack just a touch.
And he returns the kiss with a tentative sort of delicacy. ]
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That's the only thought that goes racing through Alacruun's head in that brief, flickering moment when he realizes that Adalia is going to kiss him. As far as he knows, they've only kissed once before and then when he arrived here she insisted they hadn't and that she would never, that he ought not to think about that sort of thing. He should think of something clever, of how to turn this. How to twist this into something he can use.
Instead his mind short-circuits a little as their lips meet. He's kissed before, but this is something he's wanted and craved in a terrible, all-encompassing, desiring way. He's wanted her to belong to him. He's wanted her to acknowledge that. And here it is (sort of).
He breathes out, shoulders falling slack just a touch.
And he returns the kiss with a tentative sort of delicacy. ]