"You play a very dangerous game with our restraint, my Queen," Kaelen murmured, his icy blue eyes completely darkening into a stormy, ravenous midnight. His breath ghosted hot over her bare shoulder as he swept her dark curls aside, pressing an open-mouthed, bruising kiss directly to the sensitive curve of her neck.
Roxy gasped, her head falling back against Kaelen's broad chest, entirely surrendering to the overwhelming sensory collision.
"She isn't playing," Zarek rumbled, his voice a gravelly, vibrating purr that sent shockwaves through her core. "She is commanding."
Zarek leaned down, completely capturing her lips in a devastating, all-consuming kiss. It was a kiss of pure, territorial branding, tasting of woodsmoke and draconic heat. Roxy's transmigrated soul instantly ignited. She opened for him willingly, her tongue tangling with his as Kaelen's hands slid around to cup her heavy breasts through the sheer dark silk of her nightgown.
