Her thumb stroking his lower lip had been his undoing as the darkness latched onto his l**t and his hands yanked her to his own body before shifting their positions so that she was trapped between him and the banister of the balcony.
A moan escaped her lips as he kissed her ferociously, forgetting about every restraint he had about her, and letting his instincts drive him insane.
Ophelia's hand held onto his neck as she buried her fingers in his raven curls, pulling him closer as he magic threatened to flare up in her gut.
Their lips moved together in synchronisation and there was a constricting ache in her chest which was not because of breathlessness but because of the dire urge to have all of him.
Her hands travelled down to his bare chest, going downward to his sculpted abs and
