Ariane:
"Can I kiss you, my heart?" His voice came soft and low in the darkness of our chamber.
I couldn't be bothered to hide the smile on my face.
"Of course you can. Why even ask?" Before I could tell him, he never had to ask; he kissed me like it was a sin. Like I was the altar, and he had come to kneel.
"I wanted to tear this godsdamned realm apart the second you were pulled into your sword," he growled against my lips.
"I almost went crazy when I lost you, Ariane." My name had never sounded so good before. The mere growl behind it sent shivers through me.
I moaned into him, fingers fisting the front of his shirt, dragging him closer until there was nothing between us but heat.
"You're not afraid of what I've become?" I whispered as fear struck. I am not the same as I was all
