Soren's chest rose and fell against hers, the storm of their shared release still thundering through both of them. But the fire in his eyes had not dimmed; if anything, it burned brighter, edged now with something feral and insatiable.
He moved first.
Hands that had been gentle moments ago turned decisive. He hooked his fingers under the delicate straps of her ruined ice-silver slip and tore. The dress gave with a sharp, satisfying rip, threads snapping like ice cracking under spring sun.
The garment fell away in pieces, leaving Eris completely bare beneath him, no more barriers, no more pretense. Cool air kissed her fevered skin for only a heartbeat before his body covered hers again, heat and frost colliding in a haze of steam.
