Aiden pushed Mahzara back onto the makeshift bed with deliberate care, his strong arms the only thing keeping her from slipping away entirely. The tension in the air between them crackled like the dying embers of the small fire. He rose above her, one knee sinking into the layered leaves beside her curvaceous frame, and studied every inch of her newly transformed body with open hunger.
Her crimson eyes lifted to meet his, heavy and glazed with raw, animal lust. A soft, involuntary whimper escaped her full lips—the same lips that had once trembled with years of isolation and whispered pleas to a world that had cast her aside.
"What… my Lord?" she whispered, voice husky, breathy, trembling with anticipation.
Aiden's lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. He leaned down, voice dropping to a velvet growl that sent shivers racing across her deep-brown skin.
