elainarcher: Azriel’s hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the w
elainarcher: Azriel’s hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain’s mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers. -- source link