Sylas
"You are trembling, Ryn," Sylas muttered as his fingers traced lazy patterns along Ryn's arm. His lips brushed Ryn's forehead. He tilted Ryn's chin up, meeting those violet eyes. "Is it me, or are you already craving more?"
Ryn's cheeks flushed, but a playful smile curved his lips. "Maybe it's both," he teased, his voice coming out soft but bold. "You promised me the best time of my life, Sylas. Are you stopping already?"
Sylas chuckled, the sound low and vibrating through his chest. "Oh, I'm nowhere near done with you." He shifted, sitting up and pulling Ryn with him, their bodies still pressed close. "But I think the waterfall's calling us. I want to see you under it again, wet, while I'm inside you."
Ryn's eyes widened and he lowered his head into Sylas's chest. "The waterfall?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. "What are you planning, Alpha Sylas?"
