SOREN
I couldn't help the laugh that rumbled out of me, low and rough against her lips. Eris's golden eyes flashed with that fire I craved more than air.
The steam swirled thicker around us, our magics clashing in a perfect storm that turned the hot spring into our private realm, cut off from the camp's distant murmurs and the forest's watchful eyes.
Gods, she was everything, fierce, unyielding, and yet so beautifully vulnerable in my arms. I wanted her. No, I needed her, with a desperation that clawed at my insides, threatening to consume me whole.
My hands slid down her sides, tracing the slick curves of her body under the water, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. "If I'm a liar," she murmured, voice soft and seductive, testing the restraint I was barely holding onto, "then prove me wrong."
I obeyed and lifted her then, effortless in the buoyant warmth, my palms cupping her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as her legs wrapped instinctively around my waist.
