Warm lips pressed against his, and Taelan Fordring felt a sweet fragrance fill his nostrils. His heart pounded fiercely, sending a rush of blood to his brain.
He felt as if his soul were being drawn out through his mouth. Jaina's cheeks flushed pink as she did something daring. She closed her eyes, kissing him eagerly with her small lips.
Their movements grew more passionate. Taelan Fordring wrapped an arm around Jaina's slender waist, drawing her warm body closer to his. She seemed to sense his response and tightened her arms around his neck.
She parted her lips instinctively, continuing to kiss him. Their movements grew so intense that they struggled to breathe, like two fish on the verge of suffocating. At last, their lips parted, a stubborn thread of saliva still connecting them.
Jaina wanted to say something, but no words came. The setting sun slanted in through the window, gilding her smooth blond hair. Even the air seemed sweet and warm with intimacy.
Smack! A thick book, resting perfectly steady on a high shelf, suddenly fell. Its hard brass corner came crashing down toward Jaina's head! Then it struck Taelan Fordring's Holy Protection with a hum, stirring a tiny ripple!
Taelan Fordring glanced at the book and released his arm from Jaina's waist. Then he reached out, and a strange force caught the book in midair and brought it before him.
The Choices We Make, Whether We Like Them or Not, by Kael'thas Sunstrider.
Jaina asked excitedly, "How did it fall? What was that spell you used called? Mage Hand?"
"Holy Grasp," Taelan Fordring said. "Just a little trick."
Jaina pursed her lips. A trick? That spell had a binding effect. It could even pull its target toward the caster. If a mage were dragged over to a