8
Rue
Dryas carries me to the bed, falling on top of me. We come down in a tangle of want. My hands are all over him; his hands explore my lower back and my ass. I kiss him like there is nothing else in the whole universe, just the two of us orbiting each other.
He growls into my mouth as he kisses me. I feel the same hunger as I see blazing in his eyes. It burns like a white-hot fire between us, threatening to consume us both.
Let it burn, I say. Let it combust, the flames flickering higher and higher until we are both left as a pile of ashen cinders.
Dryas grips both of my hands, pressing them above my head. I make a soft sound and arch my back, my lust for him a primal thing. He shifts to the side, smoothing a hand down my flank. I shiver, needing to get closer to him.
Always clos
