Adrian and Selene stood close, the air between them charged with a fierce, unyielding heat. Every breath, every glance, every brush of skin was a spark threatening to ignite an uncontrollable blaze. Selene's fingers traced slow, deliberate paths along Adrian's chest, her touch demanding and possessive—a silent claim.His body responded beyond reason, muscles tightening, heart pounding in a wild rhythm that echoed the shard's relentless pulse beneath his skin. There was no space for doubt or hesitation—only the raw, intoxicating hunger that Selene wove around him like a flame.Their eyes locked, a silent conversation of need and surrender. She pulled him closer, her breath hot against his neck, words husky and low. "Stop fighting it, Adrian. Let go."He barely needed the invitation. The pull was too strong now, a tide crashing over the steadiness he'd once clung to. Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, the world shrinking to just the heat between them.Selene's hands roamed expertly, claiming, igniting every nerve. Adrian's fingers dug into the small of her back, pulling her impossibly closer, as if their bodies were desperate to fuse into one. The shard throbbed wildly, a fire in his chest that matched the fire consuming his senses.They moved together with fierce urgency, a tempest of desire and tension that left no room for restraint. Every touch was a spark, every breath a flame, every heartbeat a thunderous call that echoed in their veins. The House seemed to pulse with their rhythm, shadows dancing wildly around their bodies.Time blurred, collapsing into relentless waves of heat and craving. Their connection was fierce—raw and all-consuming. Selene's voice was a whispered command, a sultry promise, urging him deeper, faster, harder into the storm of lust and power.Adrian finally surrendered, his resistance shattered beneath the weight of their need. There was only the fire—bright, fierce, and breathtaking—as they burned together, caught between temptation and abandon.
And it was just a mirror