Rion’s body pinned Freya to the cold stone floor, his weight a delicious burden as his hips ground into hers, igniting sparks that raced through her veins.
Her hands roamed his back, nails raking over the muscles beneath his tunic, pulling him closer as she kissed him with a ferocity that matched his own.
His lips were bruising, demanding, his tongue sweeping into her mouth with a hunger that left her dizzy, gasping against him.
The fated bond thrummed, a wild heartbeat syncing their need, amplifying every touch, every growl that rumbled from his chest.
His hands were relentless, sliding beneath her tunic to grip her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin with a possessive edge.
Freya arched into him, her thighs parting instinctively as his hips rocked harder, the friction
