He had barely closed the chamber door before Lilith's voice cut through the quiet, low and certain.
"Come here."
Atheline did not need to be told twice. He crossed the space in two long strides, white hair falling loose around his shoulders, purple eyes already dark with intent.
Lilith met him halfway, her golden gaze locked on his as she reached up, fingers sliding into the soft strands at the nape of his neck, and pulled his mouth down to hers.
The kiss was deep and hungry from the first second. Weeks of distance dissolved between them in the press of lips and tongues. Hands moved with urgency, hers working the clasps of his tunic, his already sliding the straps of her gown from her shoulders.
