Zephyra bypassed the grand, cavernous ritual hall where she usually conducted ancestral offerings and guided him straight toward the innermost, restricted sanctuary of her residence: her private sleeping quarters.… a wide, circular lodge constructed from polished ironwood and thatched cedar, nestled deep within the heart of the ancient trees.
The moment they stepped through the heavy wooden door, Zephyra didn't even bother firing the torches.
CLACK.
The moment the heavy oak door swung shut and the latch clicked firmly into place, all pretense of shamanic dignity vanished into thin air.
Like a starved predator breaking its leash, she launched her entire body at him
"Sol...!" Zephyra gasped, her arms wrapping wildly around his neck as her legs hooked around his waist, pinning herself to his broad chest.
Sol caught her effortlessly, his strong arms wrapping under her plush thighs as his mouth crashed down onto hers in a fierce, breathless collision.
SLAM.
