Chrysander secured her wrists with his hand, then brought himself atop her.
Gods. He covered her from lips to ankles, and she was soft everywhere he was hard. And so warm.
His hips settled into the cradle of her thighs and there, there she was on fire.
He willed the clothing off her body, and the wet heat of her center might’ve scorched him if he didn’t find the sensation so life-giving.
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