Their mouths slotted together perfectly and with a sense of familiarity that unsettled her. His lips were soft but urgent, yet not desperate like they had been in the forest. He kissed her deeply, unhurriedly, as if trying to slow down time and drag the moment out. Her fingers wound into his hair again, his thumb continuously drawing circles. He swallowed her whine when their tongues met and she inhaled his strangled gasp when she shifted her hips slightly and bumped against something firm that made her cheeks flame.