A Demon’s Kiss
He doesn't bother retrieving our clothing, stalking up the path and back to the cabin.
I smother my smile against his skin, looking at our planted flowers before we get back up to the cabin.
Kastriv lets me down to my feet, holding me in front of him by my shoulders. “Tell me we should take it slower.”
“I know that’s what I should want, that it’s healthy, but I really don’t think I want that," I breathe.
An almost feral look comes about him. He lurches forward, grabbing my face, drawing me in to kiss him again.