Lethia gasped when Caelum suddenly kissed her. Her eyes flew wide open. She hadn't expected him to kiss her just like that.
His sweet and gentle demeanor had made her forget he was still a Tuffin beast—one who could easily be swept away by the mysterious pheromone scent on her skin.
Caelum's thin lips brushed over hers with a soft, lingering pressure. Even though the kiss felt like a gentle pull—almost like a soft sucking—he didn't try to part her lips or deepen it. Both of his hands gripped her jaw and nape as if he wanted to fuse their faces together.
That kiss… it was laced with longing, aching, and buried affection.
Lethia's heart was pounding out of rhythm, and some lewd instinct in her wanted to part her lips for him—but thankfully, her common sense still held. Her hands reached behind to pat his shoulder repeatedly, a quiet signal for him to stop.
