The casual mention of love didn't hang in the air for long; it was smothered by a sudden, frantic resurgence of heat. Whatever exhaustion had plagued them moments ago was burned away by the friction of their bodies.
The heavy fur-lined blanket was kicked aside, discarded to the foot of the bed as things escalated with a desperate, familiar urgency.
Soren was no longer the composed scholar. His hands were everywhere, tracing the curves he had memorized but could not stop worshipping.
He moved down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of ice against the heated silk of her skin. He settled between her breasts, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh, his tongue swirling over the peaks until Eris was arching off the mattress, her fingers buried deep in his hair.
