Chapter Eighty Seven

Third-person pov

Kazia's fingers traced the curves of Kavan's face, tracing the lines and planes of his face, memorizing every curve, every mark. She ran her hand through his hair, relishing the softness of it.

It felt so strange, but Kazia couldn't help the rush of emotions that washed over her. She crashed her lips into his again, pouring all of her feelings, her longing, and her love onto this kiss.

Her lips molded with his, exploring the depths of the passion that burned within her. She heard him groan, and she felt the rivulet of pleasure running down his throat, his tongue gliding across hers in an erotic dance.

His tongue brushed across her teeth, teasing her lips open. A gasp escaped her lips and she opened her mouth wider. Her tongue touched his, and she tasted the salty sweat dripping from his forehead.

His lips left hers and traveled lower, brushing along her neck, and then he sucked gently at the spot behind her ear. Kazia trembled, her skin burning wherever his li