(Warning: More mature Content Ahead.)
I growled low, the sound rumbling from my chest as I pressed her back against the mattress.
Her hair spilt out beneath her like golden fire in the morning sunlight, her violet eyes shimmering with both tears and hunger.
She looked up at me as though I was her last anchor, her last tether to life itself, and gods help me, my chest ached with the weight of it.
My hands slid over her body, exploring, mapping her curves with reverence I didn't bother to hide.
She trembled, but not from fear.
Her grief sat heavy between us, but so did our bond, pulling us closer, demanding we drown in each other instead of the shadows that clawed at her.
Her lips parted, ragged breaths spilling out as my mouth traced over her collarbone, my tongue flicking against the dip of her skin. She moaned softly, the sound broken but desperate, her fingers clutching at the fabric of my robe until it hung uselessly off my shoulders.
