![]() To just ghost his lips across hers, to chance a quick taste, knowing it would likely be his only one.Īzriel would never disrespect Gwyn like that. Still, this close, it would be so easy to lean in. It didn’t matter how much more they might mean to Az, how much more he wanted. ![]() Their touches were no more than a mentor helping a student learn a proper stance or move. Letting him direct and guide her, to take her hand when necessary. Gwyn had recently become more comfortable with his touch. He wanted nothing more than to lift a hand and brush the color softly. Gwyn was so close to him, her eyes bright and contemplative. “Whenever you want, Priestess.” Az could feel his chest expanding and contracting with each breath he took. “I guess I still need more lessons,” Gwyn breathed, slowly looking back toward Az. Marking every tiny move in case Azriel missed one. His shadows retreated slightly, back to their perch on his shoulders, watching Gwyn. The metal clanged against the floor of the training ring, the sound drawing Gwyn’s gaze away for a minute. And once it was far enough from his skin, he managed to wrangle it out of her hand. Gwyn attempted to hold it where it was, but he was stronger. Swimming in deep pools of teal, Az couldn’t look away from her eyes as he pushed the dagger away from him. “A knife to the neck is a good power play, but if you’ve left both of your opponent’s arms free, they’ve got far more room to fight back, even if you do have their legs pinned.” His shadows danced up his wrists until they were swirling around their joined hands. His callouses wouldn’t let him appreciate the smooth backside of her hand, but they didn’t stop the tingling sensation that buzzed up his arms from the point of contact. He lifted his hands and rested them on hers, wrapping them around her fingers and the dagger’s hilt. “I’ll believe him when I see him yield.”Īdding more pressure to the blade, Gwyn watched Az carefully, her eyes scanning his face, looking for something. "He also says there’s no dishonor in yielding to the better fighter.” Her lips twitched upward, as if she wanted to laugh in agreement but wouldn’t let herself. “Cassian says otherwise,” Gwyn challenged, not easing up on her hold of Az. ![]() The scent so strong, he felt as if they’d been transported to a clearing by a small brook. This close, he was overtaken by water lilies and a river rushing through the forest. “I never yield, Berdara.” She pressed the flat side of the blade harder against his neck, bringing her body nearer to his. He couldn’t help but flash a half-smile to the redhead. It was pressed hard enough to be felt, but not so hard it would leave a mark. The cool of the blade spread across his skin. ![]()
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