Zaeryn's mind went blank for a second before instinct took over. He kissed her back, meeting her intensity with his own. His hands slid down to her hips, cupping her ass lightly, feeling the smooth curve under his palms. Marceline's soft gasp vibrated against his mouth, only fueling the heat between them.
Marceline giggled against his lips, a soft, breathy sound that sent shivers down his spine. "Wow… you just keep getting bolder and bolder, don't you?"
"Hey, I'm just responding to your… encouragement," he teased.
She pressed closer, and resumed kissing him, her body molding against his, fingers tangling in his hair as she deepened the kiss. Every movement was deliberate, every touch charged, the air around them thick with desire and tension.
Just then, Kayla came back into the atrium after she had stepped out. And the view that greeted her was not something she was happy to see.
