Aquina’s world is reduced to sensation—pure, unfiltered, and all-consuming.Fire first: it blooms under Draven’s palm as he brackets her ribs, each stroke a golden flash that burns without ever harming; instead, it amplifies, goading her body to new heights of hunger. The rhythm of his hips is relentless, calculated, as if he’s determined to imprint his essence into her with every thrust. His breath is heat and smoke at her ear, his words little more than hungry growls and possessive murmurs in draconic she only half-understands but is helplessly addicted to.Behind her, Kael’s presence crackles with the static tension of a gathering storm. When his massive hands land on her hips, the contact is jolt—electric, wild, and just this side of dangerous. He holds her steady, each movement a deliberate test of how much she can take. Lightning traces up her spine in invisible arcs with every grind and pull, the sensation so sharp and sweet it leaves her gasping. His mouth is at her nape, tong
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