He reached forward and gently traced his fingertips over my jaw line, as if I were so fragile and delicate that he could shatter me in one move and he probably could have. He was a Dominator and I- if it had come down to it- his Fertile. His black eyes and their rivets of crystal blue gazed into my green-grey eyes and I felt him reach back into my hair and grab a fistful of it. His hand gently feel onto the small of my back and he pulled me foreward, crushing his lips to mine. Kissing him was like setting off a fire in my blood and giving my brain a jolt of elcetricity. I couldn't believe it; our fathers were the heads of the Seelie and Unseelie court- and us kissing was as illegal as murdering someone. And yet, nothing felt more right.
