The night had wrapped them in its dark embrace, but beneath the shadows, a fire was stirring—rekindled, fierce, and impossible to ignore.
Cassian's eyes burned with an intensity that mirrored the hunger inside him as he traced the contours of Riven's body, memorizing every curve, every scar, every whisper of vulnerability hidden beneath the surface.
Riven met his gaze, a storm of emotions swirling within—the desire, the fear, the need to surrender and to fight all at once.
Without a word, Cassian captured Riven's lips in a fierce kiss, igniting the embers that had smoldered between them. Their bodies pressed together, heat sparking through every touch, every movement.
Hands roamed freely, exploring, claiming, reminding. The tension broke like a dam, flooding the room with passion as they moved together in a wild, desperate rhythm.
Cassian's voice was a low growl against Riven's skin, "You're mine. Always."
Riven's answer was in the way he arched into Cassian's touch, surrendering to the flames that consumed them both.
Every sensation was heightened—the taste, the touch, the sound of their mingled breaths—as they lost themselves in the blaze of their own making.
When the fire finally faded, they lay tangled, hearts racing, souls entwined, knowing the flames had been reignited—and nothing would ever be the same.