Chapter 314: Marks and Meaning
The kiss didn't soften.
If anything, it deepened—grew heavier, slower, charged with the kind of intimacy that came not from urgency but from familiarity. From knowing exactly how the other would respond.
Orion's mouth moved against Sophia's with a quiet hunger, unhurried but certain. His hand slid up her back, firm and warm, anchoring her to him as if she might drift away if he didn't hold her there.
Sophia sighed into the kiss—and then broke it.
Not because she wanted to stop.
Her lips left his and trailed down his jaw, soft and deliberate. Orion inhaled sharply when she kissed the corner of his mouth, then the line of his jaw, then lower—down his neck, where his pulse jumped beneath her lips.
"Sophia," he murmured, half-warning, half-invitation.
She ignored it.
Her mouth lingered just below his jaw, teeth grazing skin before she bit down. The bite was firm, and Orion knew very well that it was intentional.
