If Guilian had ever thought he'd truly kissed, or been kissed by a woman, then it was nothing compared to what he was doing right now. When her lips first met his, he felt something more than just the connection of lips.
She tasted like everything he'd ever imagined, the softness of her kiss brushing against his sparking more than just the usual desire he felt in such a connection.
His lips pressed just a little more firmly, as he let his tongue graze across her lower lip, daring her boldly to want a little more. But as his hands cupped her face, he knew that this fleeting moment was all he was going to get until the next time they met.
In the space of a few short hours, he'd lost his whole world, but now, right here, he felt as if there was hope for the future, and that was all the hope he needed to keep going.
With far too much reluctance, he broke away, his hands still cupping her face, his eyes still not willing to break the contact as well. He wasn't sure his voice was up to talking, but he made a valiant effort at forming words. "Well, that will certainly remind me of this night. Thank you, Gabrielle. Thank you for everything."