Kael smiled, leaning in until their foreheads brushed, breath whispering warm across her lips.
Then he kissed her.
Not the soft, fleeting kind—the kind that sets blood humming.
His lips caught hers with hungry patience, firm yet unhurried, tasting her like something sacred.
Freya melted into him, her hand sliding up the hard line of his jaw, fingers curling into his hair as she pressed deeper, their mouths moving together in quiet rhythm.
Her tongue flicked his bottom lip—playful, coaxing—before he opened to her, a low growl vibrating in his chest as their tongues danced, slow and intimate.
The world shrank.
Nothing but the heat between them, the thunderous beat of heart against ribs.
Freya's breath hitched as she pulled back just enough for their lips to part, barely.
Their noses brushed, breaths tangled, eyes locked. Hers glinted with mischief and promise, pupils blown wide with want.
"Yours," she whispered, voice trembling like a secret—like surrender.
