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More kissing! Actually, there's quite a bit of kissing in my WIP, for once. (Forgive my rough drafty state.)
Yes, what follows is three different dudes.
First, romantic:
And the desperate "don't go" slightly spoilerific kiss:
And, 45000 words later, getting close to one of the antagonists.
*cough* Enough kissing, you think?
Yes, what follows is three different dudes.
First, romantic:
“I would commit the greatest sin for you,” he breathed.
Rinna's heart threatened to hammer clean through her breast. “You? You wouldn’t have the heart the betray someone.”
“If you asked me to, I would.” Tamor traced a single finger along her jaw before turning her toward him. That familiar intensity she'd always read as mischief shone in his warm, dark eyes. And, for the first time, she recognized it for how deadly serious it was. “I would search out the Makers and bring them all here to take us back into servitude if that’s what would make you smile.”
Rinna tried to keep her gaze from slipping to his lips, painfully aware of how they hovered just out of reach of hers. “I would never ask you to."
A wry smile perked up the edges of his mouth. Tamor leaned close, his lips gliding just over hers as he murmured. “Oh, but you do. You have no idea, but you do.”
Rinna had a second to consider it an odd thing to say. Then her mind was otherwise engaged in the important task of not falling apart when he sealed their lips together.
And the desperate "don't go" slightly spoilerific kiss:
Renmond’s voice dropped to a whisper. “And I can’t lose you both.”
You never had us, Rinna thought bitterly. But she couldn’t find the heart to say it.
She should have, because Renmond was on her again, big hands clutching her face and dragging her in for a desperate kiss. Had he done this a month ago, Rinna would have been hungry for him. She would have thrown all her plans to the winds just to be there in his arms. Hells, if he had done this the night of procession, Rinna doubted the idea of leaving would have ever crossed her mind.
But all she felt now was the cold memory of Tamor between them.
Renmond released her with a sigh, face betraying his broken spirit. “You weren’t the only one to love him, you know.”
Rinna nodded.
“And he wasn’t the only one to love you.”
And, 45000 words later, getting close to one of the antagonists.
Though he was much thinner and much softer than the kind of man she was accustomed to, the Maker was deceptively strong. One hand caught her up in the small of the back, lifting her full off the floor as he pressed her full against him. The other somehow completed the task of opening the door. They staggered together through the threshold when his lips finally found their destination on hers.
It was a brief kiss, hard and bruising and hungry and nowhere near long enough. ((And then it goes places this post shouldn't.))
*cough* Enough kissing, you think?