Elric hovered over Verona, his large frame caging her against the mattress. The fever was still raging, but for the first time in days, that fire had a focus. He wasn't fighting the heat anymore, he was pouring it into the woman beneath him.
He broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to look at her. His eyes were dilated, swirling with a primal, possessive hunger that made Verona's breath hitch in her throat. He looked like a man starving, and she was the only feast that could satisfied him.
"You have no idea," Elric said, his voice a low, vibrating growl that sent shivers down her spine. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to have you."
"Show me," Verona whispered, her hands sliding up his bare, sweat-slicked chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles. "Don't hold back, Elric. Not tonight."
