“Being near you is more than difficult.” A hand drifted from her thigh upward, long fingers working their way under the hem of her shirt. Garl pressed her eyes closed, the feeling of his skin on her bare flesh sending lightning through her. “Agonizing, suffocating, overwhelming, oppressive.”
“Then let me ease your pains,” she replied as she ran her palms up over his chest, savoring the curves of his lean shape.
Neither the prince nor the Windwalker was thinking of anything other than the overwhelming need for the other. As they approached the bed, Garl’s mind was overtaken by the raging fire of something she had no hope of extinguishing now. It had consumed her too perfectly.
Her head hit the pillow in a daze as his warmth surrounded her from above. Tris ’s lips did not return to hers,
