Upstairs in their suite, the air was thick with the heat of their bodies, the damp fabric of their clothes clung to them like a second skin.
Theon didn't waste any time as he backed Azaria against the bed, his hands were rough with need as he guided her down onto the mattress. The sheets would be ruined, but neither of them cared. Water dripped from her hair onto the pillow, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. He loomed over her, his gaze dark and hungry, before his mouth crashed into hers. The kiss was slow at first, deep and exploratory, his tongue teasing the seam of her lips before slipping inside to tangle with hers. She arched into him, her fingers clawing at his back and clutching his shirt, but he pulled them off his body and pinned her wrists above her head, holding her in place.
