Their bodies moved in rhythm, a dance older than time, guided by instinct and emotion rather than thought. Every touch, every breath between them deepened the connection, one that pulsed with magic, with meaning, with a craving that could never quite be satisfied.
Aria’s hands slid along Dante’s back, fingers tracing the tension in his muscles as he moved within her, slow and purposeful, like each motion was an unspoken vow. His lips never strayed far from her skin, pressing against her throat, her shoulder, her lips again, as if trying to memorize every inch of her soul through touch alone.
The bond between them shimmered, glowing faintly across their skin like heat lightning under their flesh. It wasn’t just physical. It was elemental. As though the universe had cracked open for them a
