Lekiza's fingers wrapped around Pyris's wrist with bruising force as Ice crystals formed where she touched him, but instead of pain, the cold sent heat racing through his veins.
"Time to remind you who the real predators is, Oh, Young Lord," she breathed against his neck, her lips barely brushing his skin.
That moment Lekiza's magic exploded outward. Jagged spears of ice erupted from the ground in violent patterns, each crystal formation sharp enough to impale a man. But these weren't weapons—they were declarations. Her power carved territorial marks into the marble like a beast marking its domain.
Pyris's response was immediate and devastating. His flames didn't dance around her ice—they conquered it. Pink-golden fire that pulsed with the very essence of desire wrapped around each crystal spear like molten chains, not melting but dominating, turning her winter magic into something that served his lustful heat.
