He gently untied the ribbons of her thin cotton nightgown. He slipped the fabric off her shoulders, pulling it down her limp arms and over her hips until she lay completely naked beneath him.
She was breathtakingly beautiful, even in the shadow of death.
He lay down beside her, pressing his burning, feverish body against her freezing side. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her cold body against his chest.
Seraphine let out a faint, shivering sigh at the sudden influx of heat. Her head rolled limply against his shoulder.
Her eyelids fluttered, but she lacked the strength to open them.
Leo leaned down and captured her lips. It was the softest, most tender kiss he had ever given her.
Today, he didn't demand her. He parted her lips gently with his own, breathing his hot breath directly into her lungs.
He swept his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the faint, metallic tang of her failing magic, chasing the cold away with his overwhelming heat.
