Zaeryn's breath caught. Her words, whispered against his skin, weren't a suggestion; they were a conclusion reached after three long years of waiting.
"Overdue?" he asked, his voice a low murmur. "I didn't know you were keeping a schedule."
A confident smile touched Ravena's lips. "I've waited long enough, Zaeryn," she said, her tone softening but losing none of its fierce determination. "Now is the time."
He started to ask, "Time for what?" but the answer was already in her gaze. It was in the heat radiating from her and the undisguised longing that had replaced her earlier frustration.
Ravena leaned in until her lips were just an inch from his. "I want you to make me yours," she whispered, the words a perfect mix of vulnerability and command. "All of me. No more waiting."
Across the room Marceline and Aeris sat down and were now in their own quiet conversation over cups of tea. The hushed discussion trailed off as they both sensed the shift in the room's atmosphere.
