The world outside the academy's library seemed to disappear, the only sounds in the room now the soft hum of candlelight and the mingling breaths of Pyris and Madeline.
The heat between them was palpable, a fiery tension that burned with every touch, every glance. Pyris's hands gripped her waist as he pulled her closer, their bodies fitting together as though they had been waiting for this moment all along.
Madeline's eyes, those deep, emerald pools that had once seemed calm and collected, now shimmered with raw desire.
Her hands slid over his chest, fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she pressed herself against him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingertips.
She couldn't help herself—she was drawn to him, her mind clouded by the irresistible pull of his aura, of his presence.
