(Isla)
Vaela leaned over him and kissed him first.
Not the way I kissed him.
This was more hungry. More sure. Like she had waited long enough and had no interest in waiting any longer.
Caius let her take it. His hands stayed at his sides for one moment more, giving her the space to lead, and then one came to my hip when she pressed down against him.
A low sound left him.
Vaela liked that.
She sat up over him and looked down at him through my eyes, one hand still on his chest, the other moving between us. I felt everything she felt. The want. The claim in it. The deep animal joy of having him under us, wanting us, ready.
“Mine,” she said aloud this time.
Caius looked up at her and there was no mockery in him, no question. Just heat and a strange calm acceptance that made something
