Compilation Of Short Stories
She wasn’t a damsel to be claimed; she was a woman meeting her match.
He broke the kiss, his breath hot against her neck. “I have slept for a thousand years. My hunger is not just for gold.”
His hands moved from her face, skimming down her shoulders, pulling at the practical fabric of her hiking clothes. Buttons gave way. Zippers rasped open. He was impatient, a force of nature dismantling the trivial barriers of the modern world. Isanna helped him, her own fingers fumbling in her haste, shedding her jacket, her shirt, her pants until she stood before him in the cool cavern air, her skin pebbling in the heat of his gaze.