𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
His tongue traced a slow path along my throat, following the sticky trail of juice.
The world narrowed to the heat of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth, the way my body arched involuntarily toward.
Blinding white light exploded behind my eyes, fracturing my vision into shards of memory that weren't mine. His hands on my skin. My back against stone. The dream that wasn't a dream bleeding into reality until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.
Kaleb went rigid, his head snapping up. For a heartbeat, we both froze, caught in the wreckage of something neither of us understood.
His eyes met mine, and whatever he saw there made something dark and hungry unfurl in those violet depths.
I braced for hell, for him to pull away, to snap at me, to return to the cold violence I'd come to expect from the Scion of Wrath.
Instead, his head dipped again even lower this time.
