[POV: Ruvan]
Dawn pressed faint light against the chamber windows, a pale blue that crept over stone and furs alike.
Ruvan lay awake, his arm slung heavily around the curve of Solenne's waist. Her breath was slow, steady, warm against his chest. She hadn't stirred once through the night—not even when his hunger had burned into something near-feral and he'd devoured every trace of her composure.
And gods, she had matched him.
Ruvan shut his eyes, dragging in her scent until it filled every vein, every restless corner of his body. Only a few weeks ago, he had been possessed by Veythar, nearly losing himself to the god. Yet now—wrapped around her—those voices were smothered beneath the steady drum of her heartbeat.
"You are everything to me, Moon," he murmured into her hair, quiet enough that even she couldn't hear. "Yet still I want more."
He should have been content, but he wasn't.
