ERIS
I should have fought harder.
Should have summoned fire to push him away, should have used every ounce of my considerable power to establish boundaries he couldn't cross, should have done literally anything other than lie there beneath him like some helpless maiden from a tragic romance.
But the moment his lips touched my neck, every rational thought evaporated like water on hot stone.
He didn't rush. Didn't attack with the urgency I might have expected from someone who'd just spent several minutes radiating barely controlled anger. Instead, he was methodical, deliberate, tracing a path along the column of my throat with kisses so light they barely qualified as contact.
Just enough pressure to make my skin prickle with awareness. Just enough heat to remind me that despite his ice magic, he burned.
