214 His Wife

Eve held his cheeks and kissed him. His eyes widened with the shock but slowly he let go. 

This grief weltered through him, dulling his wits; her touch was like an oasis after walking for ages in a dry desert. Her lips were hot. In past months, she had mastered the art of kissing. She was not sloppy like before.

 He opened his mouth for her and she tasted his tongue, and the shock was elemental; it started in his bones. His startled breath filled his lungs with the scent of her, the soft taste of chocolate he loved. Taste of salt that must have come from her tears. She tried to suck his breath out of his lungs. But she had still not mastered the art of breathing while kissing.

Soon, she gasped and turned her face aside, making him amused and hungry, and thirsty for her. Only her, there was no other thought in his mind. Her flushed face looked so enticing and her willingness to touch him, to hold him and to fight for him.