His hand still cupped her cheek, his thumb still pressed gently below her jaw. Before she knew what she was doing, Theyma leaned in and kissed him. Rakhnar’s fingers tensed against her cheek, but the rest of him went as still as a statue. His lips were soft, more velvety than her own, but yielding and warm—so warm that the feel of them surprised her, made her gasp. Rakhnar shuddered, and a low sound, deep in his chest, rumbled through her like thunder. She pulled back, and the gleam in his eyes had become so intense, she could track the exact direction of his gaze. He was staring at her with a
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