The rose-colored smoke that had surrounded Eros began to dissipate like morning mist, taking with it the supernatural radiance that had made him look like desire incarnate. His silver eyes faded back to their familiar enhanced gold, his luminous skin returning to its normal warmth. The predatory grace remained, but tempered now with something far more human.
He looked around the hotel suite with dawning awareness of the chaos he'd unleashed. The bed frame had collapsed entirely; expensive linens scattered across the floor in shredded ribbons. Chunks of plaster from the walls lay scattered like snow, and the air still carried the heavy scent of their shared intensity.
Madison lay curled on her side among the ruins of Egyptian cotton sheets, her breathing finally settling into something approaching normal. Her dark hair was plastered to her face with sweat, and her skin bore the evidence of their marathon encounter—marks that would fade but memories that wouldn't.
