Far away from the heavy, booming doors of the Royal Sanctum and the crushing weight of ancient secrets, the atmosphere in Sector 7 was entirely different.
While Viora wrestled with the burden of treason and the fate of her family in the cold halls of the palace, Zaeryn was oblivious to the political storm gathering over his head.
He was safe in the sanctuary of his home, and he was currently having the time of his life.
The air in the room was thick, heavy with a sexual charge that made it hard to breathe and impossible to think about anything other than the heat radiating from the bodies pressed against him.
Zaeryn's mouth crashed against Aeris's with raw, starving intent. There was no gentle warmup, no polite request, just hunger. His tongue shoved past her lips, claiming every inch of her mouth, while his hand clamped onto her ass, yanking her flush against him.
