Forsaken (Protectors #4)

Mav

Nothing I’d conjured up in my head could have prepared me for how good Eli’s lips felt. Every pass of his lips over mine was brief and hesitant and while I ached to taste more of him, my brain maintained a shred of sanity as his lack of experience became more evident. I could tell he wanted more as his mouth started to brush mine with more urgency and his fingers dug into the back of my neck where he was still holding on to me, but it wasn’t until he separated from me just the tiniest bit and brokenly whispered, “I don’t know how to do this,” that my suspicion was confirmed.

He’d never kissed anyone before.

A rush of primal need surged through me as I realized I was this first for him, but I tamped down on the need to slam my mouth down on his and claim him the way I wanted. “That was fucking amazing,” I responded and it was the complete and absolute truth. I ghosted a kiss over his trembling lips before saying, “Can I show you?”