Cruzer's lips remained locked with Elara's, the heat between them becoming an overwhelming storm of desire.
The weight of their situation faded as their connection grew stronger, fueled by the intense need for each other. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to erase the logic they clung to moments earlier.
Elara's hands pressed against Cruzer's chest, feeling the powerful rise and fall of his breath beneath her fingertips.
His body felt like solid stone, a fortress of strength, and it sent a thrill coursing through her veins.
She could feel his heartbeat quicken, matching the wild thrum of her own pulse, as her fingers traced the defined lines of his muscles.
Cruzer's hands slid down her sides, slow and deliberate, tracing the curves of her body with reverence.
