Faelan cupped the side of Padma's head in one hand, wanting to keep her close as he kissed her, his thumb gently brushing her cheek until he turned entirely, taking her face in both hands and kissing her even more deeply, fueled by the level of emotion he felt her turning back on him. He hadn't realized how much he needed her, how much pain had built up inside that needed easing, until now. Holding her and feeling her made him desperate for all of her, for all the comfort he knew she could bring if only he could let himself go.
He wanted to sleep here, enveloped in her arms, but first he wanted to feel alive again. Dropping his lips to Padma's neck, he kissed his way across her throat, over the strap holding her top up, and down her shoulder, throat still aching but heart pounding with emotion and need.