His eyes widened just a fraction... and then closed, a soft, cool breath shivering out of him while he tipped his jaw towards the kiss. Sudden heat lanced through him, white and searing-- like lightning, or wildfire. His skin, where Saralegui touched it, was also cool, and his fingers flexed, neatly and swiftly gathering the silken fall of Sara's hair into his firm grip.

He used it as leverage to turn the line of Sara's profile by just a few small degrees, so that he could press their mouths more neatly together, tangling in a kiss more savage than sweet, while a soft, hungry sound kindled in his throat.