Kell was hot, wanting. Alive. Many people criticized Neria for feeling too much but Kell, in this moment, felt so much the same - intense in his hunger, in his raw emotion, even if he only showed it physically. And perhaps she'd always known that, for she'd glimpsed into Kell's thoughts and into his heart and felt the times his emotions bubbled over and when he fought to rein them in. When his actions had to be muted and when they could run free. They were alike in that sense, at times.

And now, there was nothing holding either of them back.

His groan reverberated through her, had her echoing his moan to his mouth. Her fingers unintentionally hooked into his back as he suddenly pushed down against her, nearly pinning her, his hair tickling her face. Neria gasped against his lips, surprised, and was dizzy with the sudden rush of friction. Want. Need, desperate and cloying.

Her trousers needed to be off five minutes ago.

Her fingers threaded once through his hair; the other hand clawed down his side just a little stronger this time, not quite enough to raise welts. She pressed back, angling her hips up to rub against him, to entice the both of them. Her kiss grew hungrier, and she tilted her head so she could nip at his lower lip between heady presses of her mouth to his own.