SYLVARA POV I moaned softly against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled me impossibly closer. Every brush of his hands, every press of his body, made my skin sing with heat. “Kaelen…” I breathed, my voice trembling, half a plea, half a warning. He didn’t stop. He let his hands slide lower, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my hips, every movement deliberate and urgent. His lips trailed down my neck, sucking and nipping, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “I’ve wanted to do this all night,” he growled, his voice thick and rough. “Every second without you… It’s been torture.” I shivered under him, my body arching, craving more, needing more. He pressed me back gently against the edge of the bed, his hands holding me as he could never let go, and the world outside the room seemed to disappear entirely. “Kaelen…,” I gasped, my voice barely loud over the pounding of my heart. He paused just a second, eyes burning into mine. “Oh, you have no idea what
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