She sensed the frost retreating from her fingers and toes.
In time, the chatter of her teeth finally died out, replaced by a silence.
As the last of the chill evaporated from her body, a new awareness took hold.
She noted how well she fit into his arms, and the unobstructed fever of his thighs pressed against hers.
The haze cleared enough for one realization to surface: all their barriers were gone.
They lay exposed to one another, stripped of any pretense, laid bare.
Welcome back to the living,he growled into her mind, thick with relief.Thank fokk.
Sheba shifted, her focus narrowing on the man holding her.
She reached up, her fingers tracing a luminous sigil on his neck.
Sante,she pulsed back.
She turned in the nest of furs, and he followed her, wrapping around her from behind.
He stroked her skin from shoulder to waist, and she trembled again, not from the cold, but from the searing path of his glyphed hands.
That’s when she sensed a jutting heat against her spine.
Idan had left a fur between their nakedness, but she found herself wanting to rip it away now as her nipples pebbled and her pussy clenched.
His breath hitched, and she inhaled, shuddering from the sensual heatwaves coming from him.
He craved her, and hell, she wanted him too.
She made a decision, twisting around to face him, at the same time pulling away the restricting pelt that separated them.
Their eyes met in a clash of emotion, and she jolted.
With an inhale, she threw caution to the wind.
‘Make love to me,’ she whispered, the words roughened with desire in the quiet of the hut. ‘Please.’
Idan held her gaze.
His eyes were twin flames of gold, burning with a heat that pinned her to the furs.
He studied her with the calculated somberness of a man measuring the cost of a lifetime.
‘Are you certain?’ he rasped in a raw timbre. ‘If we cross this line, my soul will tether to you and will not loosen its grip. The warriors of my kind possess mercenary hearts; we do notnegotiate our attachments. Once we bond with a woman, we claim her for eternity.’
The warning should have chilled her.
Instead, it scorched her with startling clarity.
She had no fear, only a wild resolve, a sense of rightness she had never experienced with any man before.
She lifted her chin, threw caution away, and took a step of faith.
‘I understand,’ Sheba murmured. ‘I’m not asking to be spared either. Give me everything you’ve got.’
With a growl, he loomed over her and took her lips, his hands cupping her jaw.
