The weight of Magnus beneath her was solid and warm. It was everything she hadn't known she wanted until this exact moment.
His chest rose and fell under Carina's palms and she could feel the rapid beat of his heart that matched her own racing pulse.
Those intense blue eyes were locked on hers with such focus that she felt stripped bare of all her carefully constructed facades.
She was leaning in without conscious thought, drawn to him like a magnet to iron. Her whole world had narrowed to the few inches between their faces and the way his hand felt against her cheek, calloused from years of fighting but impossibly gentle.
She could smell his scent this close and it made her wolf purr with content.
His lips were right there and she wanted to know what they would feel like against hers. Would he kiss her sweetly like she was something precious or would he devour her with the intensity she sometimes glimpsed when he thought she wasn't looking?
