The princess desperately wanted to know if Lephas actuallywantedto kiss her. She needed him to take the initiative.
They gazed at one another for long moments, neither of them moving. Lori wet her lips, pleased to notice Lephas' eyes dip to follow the movement.
“What are you waiting for?” Lori whispered, her heart beating wildly in her chest.
“I'm not sure,” Lephas answered honestly. With a small, frustrated growl, he finally leant over and placed a soft kiss against her lips.
Lori immediately responded and the tension melted away. She allowed her eyes to flutter closed and kissed him back.
This time, the demon wasted no time before deepening their kiss and Lori opened up invitingly. She placed her hand gently on his neck for encouragement.
Lori sighed shakily, brushing her tongue against his as they explored one another. She felt hot, the warmth of arousal pooling between her thighs.
The kiss grew deeper and more frantic. The demon commander pressed his mouth firmer against hers with a deliciously deep, masculine groan.
She needed to touch him, for him to touch her. Lori squirmed and raised her knee in a silent request.
Lephas understood. He broke their kiss momentarily to shift himself into a more comfortable position and Lori hurriedly shuffled closer, hooking a leg up over his hip.
Their mouths melded once more and, being careful not to squeeze him too hard, the faerie wrapped her arms gently around the demon's chest.
Lori sighed and a soft moan escaped her when he delved forwards with his tongue once more. She rolled her hips forward instinctively.
Lephas grasped the thigh she had draped over him. He pulled her in against him so they were pressed together tightly, body to body.
As they continued to kiss, the warmth between her legs began to develop into a familiar dull, aching need. When Lephas shifted slightly to bring his own thigh between hers, she took full advantage.
Lori moved her hips in an attempt to rub against the demon, desperate to ease the tension that was steadily building inside her.
Lephas rolled his weight onto her and Lori eagerly brought her leg up to join the other, wrapping them around his waist.
In an easier position, they kissed eagerly. Lori pulled away to take Lephas' bottom lip between her teeth, recalling how much she had enjoyed the noise he had made last time.
This time the demon had a trick up his sleeve. As she nipped at him, he rolled his hips firmly against her. Though she couldn't feel much through the thick winter gear both of them were wearing, he still somehow managed to pressjustthe right spot.
Lori arched up and released his lip, an embarrassingly needy moan bursting from her before she could fight it.
With a breathless laugh, Lephas pulled his mouth from hers and latched onto her neck. Lori delighted at the roughness of the two-day stubble on his jaw as it grated against her.
Without Lephas's mouth covering hers, she was alarmed as yet more soft cries escaped her. She didn't ever recall this happening in previous intimate settings, but then she supposed they hadn't felt even remotely as good.
Lori rolled her hips insistently against the demon and ran a hand through the soft hair at the nape of his neck.
He sighed against her and suckled the delicate skin at the side of her throat. Lori craned her neck back to give him better access. She bit her lip hard, refusing to make any more shameful noises.
Cracking her eyes open, it took her a moment to focus. A small mottled brown rabbit sat a distance away behind them, obliviously picking at the crumbs of biscuit they had laid down. Though reluctant to interrupt their moment, Lori jolted into full awareness.
“Rabbit!” she whispered urgently.
“Hm? Lephas murmured against her neck.
“There's a rabbit!” She untangled her legs from around his waist.
“A what?” He raised his head and looked at her questioningly.
“A rabbit! In the trap!” She laughed and pointed in the direction of the bait. There was a moment's hesitation before realisation hit and Lephas leapt to his feet, clearly forgetting his broken rib.
“Shit!” His handsome face contorted with pain, but he hurled himself down the slope towards the clearing.
