The Crescent Heir
Soft, deep, unmistakably full of love.
"JB!" She gasped, sitting up so fast the haze in her mind scattered like smoke chased off by morning light. She reached for him, hands finding the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a kiss of her own — deeper, hungrier, the kind that said everything the day's fear hadn't let her voice. She held him there, fingers tracing the line of his neck, savoring the warmth of him, a soft purring sound escaping her throat before she finally pulled back, breathless.