**Zion—Judah Earl**
His mouth devoured hers, and his kiss didn't hold any of the curiosity she had offered him earlier. Instead, he kissed her with raw, bruising intent—unrelenting, unrepentant, and wickedly skilled.
Ember barely had time to gasp before his tongue slipped into her mouth, the act erasing whatever mind she had left. She froze, a mindless puppet under his ministrations.
Her back hit the nearest marble pillar with a thud, her hands wounding up to tug him impossibly closer than their bodies already were. In the madness of that moment, all she could think of was the barrage of sensations that hit her all at once.
His hot tongue doing wicked things to her. His hands gripping her waist like they were created for just that purpose. Her body, burning up against his ice cold ones. And just about… everything.
