Liliana sighed, a soft sound suffused with pleasure and longing, and twined her arms over his shoulders as she melted in his embrace. She'd planned to ask him a little more about the letter, about their talk, but his kisses were doing a phenomenal job of making it impossible to think of anything beyond him, as an adult, in her arms and in their bed...

"I missed..." she murmured as his lips moved down her throat, feeling her words as much as hearing them, "...being curled around you in the evenings, running my nails over your skin. Kissing you. Having my hands knotted in my hair and your teeth in my neck..." Where his mouth traveled, a bloom of warmth followed, chasing her usual chill away as her blood heated.