Ilsa & CaelanIlsaCaelan doesn’t ask this time. He doesn't have to.The moment we’re alone, I’m on him, or maybe he’s on me, I can't tell where it starts.Fingers tangle in hair, in leather, in cloth. Teeth graze my throat, and I gasp, breath caught on the ragged edge of need.His magic sparks along my skin, amber and silver flashing like firelight.I push him back until his spine meets a moss-covered tree trunk, and he laughs into my mouth, low and wicked."Possessive tonight, little wildling?"I sink my teeth into his lip in answer.He groans and lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. My thighs clamp around his waist, friction grinding us together through far too many layers."You started it," I whisper. "With your secrets and your quiet storm."He walks forward, pressing me against the nearest stone slab. The one still warm from whatever ancient energy lingers.His hand wraps around the back of my neck, thumb tracing the spot where my pulse thunders."You were marked before
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