Caspian's Pov
Her scent came first.
Warm, sweet, like the faintest hint of wildflowers after rain. I turned, and there she was, Nyx, standing in the soft glow of candlelight, her eyes holding mine like she’d been waiting for me all her life.
The room felt smaller. Warmer. My heartbeat drowned out the rest of the world.
She walked toward me, slow, deliberate, every step an invitation. My breath hitched when her fingers brushed against my chest, trailing over my skin as if she wanted to memorize the shape of me.
“Nyx…” My voice was low, rough, but she only smiled.
Her lips met mine, soft at first, then deeper, hungrier, like we’d both been holding back too long. I tasted her, breathed her in, my hands cupping her face before sliding down her back, pulling her closer until there was no
