The moment Lorenzo laid me gently onto the furs of the massive bed, the noise of the celebration became an insignificant echo. The fire on the hearth, now burning with a steady, quiet intensity, cast long, flickering shadows across the room, illuminating only us.
He didn’t rush. He stood over me, his silhouette large and dark against the firelight, and the gold in his eyes was still burning with that victorious, unwavering light. I saw no greed or simple lust, but a profound, overwhelming need for completion. The Adhiero bond, already locked spiritually, was waiting for its final, physical ratification.
I reached up, my fingers tracing the hard line of his jaw. “No more silence,” I reminded him, my voice a low, husky promise.
“No more walls, Luna,” he replied, his voice a gravelly murmu
