A sharp shudder ran through Naomi's frame, electric and uninhibited. She didn't pull back.
Instead, she tilted her head back into the crook of his shoulder, her parted lips grazing the burning line of his jawline.
"Then finish it," she breathed, her voice thick with breathless desperation, her golden eyes dilated until the amber was swallowed in dark desire.
"You have no idea how long I've been dying to be completely ruined by you."
Behind them, the ruined corridor remained deathly quiet.
Karl lay collapsed on the cold marble just past the splintered doorframe, his spine locked, his jaw frozen, yet his frantic, bulging eyes remained wide open.
A few feet ahead of him, scattered across the office floorboards like grounded corpses, his six elite operatives lay pinned where they had dropped — unable to turn their heads, forced to bear silent witness to the moonlit altar deeper inside the room.
Naomi didn't grant any of them a single glance.
