A ragged, shared breath hung in the air, thick with the scent of s*x and sweat. Kael stayed buried deep inside her, his chest heaving against her back, his heartbeat a wild drum against her spine. The hot, wet feel of him, so deep and so complete, was an anchor in the swirling aftermath of her climax. She felt claimed, owned, utterly ruined.
Then, a slow, mocking clap echoed from the doorway.
“A magnificent performance, brother. Truly.”
Kael went rigid. His arm, still wrapped around her waist, tightened like a steel band. He didn’t pull out, but rather shifted, turning them both just enough to face the intrusion without relinquishing his possession of her body.
Riven leaned against the doorframe, a vision of smoldering indolence. His fiery hair seemed to burn in the torchlight, his eye
