The door to Kaelen's room slid shut with a soft hiss, plunging them into the intimate quiet of her personal space. The ethereal blossoms Elias had conjured for their dinner still shimmered faintly, casting soft, warm light around the room. Lumie, sensing the shift in atmosphere, had wisely curled up in his bed, a silent, knowing presence.
Kaelen turned, her eyes sparkling, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. She didn't need to speak; her gaze, full of love and unbridled desire, said everything. She reached out, her fingers tracing the sharp line of Elias's jaw, then trailing down his neck, her touch sending shivers of anticipation through him.
