Elric moved over her, the muscles of his arms trembling as he held his weight, his eyes locked onto Verona's with an intensity that made her heart hammer against her ribs.
"I won't run," Verona whispered, her voice breathless but steady. She reached up, her hands sliding over his sweat-dampened shoulders to pull him down. "I told you, Elric. I am right where I belong."
Elric let out a low groan. The trust in her eyes was undoing him faster than the fever ever could.
He reached down, his large, trembling hands hooking into the delicate silk waistband of her undergarments, the last barrier separating them. Verona lifted her hips willingly, her breath hitching as he pulled the fabric down her legs in one swift motion, tossing the lace to the floor beside his own discarded clothes. Now, she was completely bare to him.
He then nudged her legs wider with his knees, settling himself between them, the contact of skin on skin sending a fresh jolt of electricity through both of them.
