[Warning mature content]
Kharis's gaze was molten with desire, an unmistakable hunger simmering beneath his calm exterior. With a swift yet gentle motion, he swept Esteria into his arms, carrying her across the room. The solid wall greeted her back with a cold shiver, but the heat between them quickly turned it into nothing more than a fleeting sensation. His strong arms pinned her in place, his body a cage of warmth and power that left her breathless.
The world outside this moment faded, leaving only the two of them, their breathing the only sound in the quiet room. El-Kharis's fingers brushed across her skin, deliberately slow as he began to undress her. The fabric fell away with a soft whisper, exposing her to his hungry gaze. His touch was firm yet gentle, a contrast that made her pulse quicken, the anticipation a sweet torture.
