Lorien POV

His skin radiated heat against my lips; his scent wrapped around me intoxicating, heady, almost narcotic as I traced the faint pink line along his side with my mouth. The bond between us pulsed so sharply that I could taste him before I’d even given in to the urge.

Auren’s grip tightened around my hips, and a soft, helpless sound escaped me at the pressure.

I had spent hours turning over every thought in my head, too many threads tangling into knots while I waited for him. ...