As the climax built, it was a dark, golden eruption. Vera arched against him, her nails scratching the stone behind her as she shattered, her resonance pouring into him like a cold river into a volcano.
Kassian let out a choked, masculine moan, his body bucking as he found his release. He thrust deep, holding her there, his seed a hot, thick flood that felt like it was marking her very marrow. He stayed buried inside her for a long time, his forehead resting against hers, their shared breathing the only sound in the hidden passage.
"Go," he whispered, finally pulling back, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through ash. "Go find the boy. I'll give you the distraction of a lifetime. If you're not back at the meeting by the third bell... I start burning the city from the center out."
