Lorien POV

Auren’s eyes darkened, and the flurry of butterflies in my stomach melted into a warm ache. Our hips brushed as we swayed, slow and unbothered, his fingers spreading across my lower back, pulling me flush against him.

“Lorien,” he growled, voice rough, the tip of his nose grazing mine. I didn’t even try to resist. Rising onto my toes, I captured his mouth with mine, one hand sliding to the back of his neck to hold him there.

I doubted this was the grand impression the Fae ...