The first rays of morning light filtered through the chamber's window, painting the furs in hues of gold and crimson. Camelia awoke slowly, her body still warm from Atherion's embrace, her light a gentle hum against his skin.
She shifted, her lips curling into a playful smile as she felt him stir beside her, his hand already sliding along her hip, igniting a familiar spark. "Again?" she whispered, her voice teasing, eyes glinting with renewed hunger.
Atherion's chuckle was low, predatory, as he pulled her closer, his lips brushing her jaw.
"Always," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, coaxing a soft gasp from her. Their bodies pressed together, the furs slipping as they moved, their desire as fierce as the night before.
Camelia's hands roamed his chest, nails grazing his scars, her touch bold and demanding. His growl rumbled through her, and she arched into him, ready to lose herself in another round of their untamed passion.
