The kiss started gentle but quickly turned hungry.
Selene pressed against me, her hands gripping my shirt, and I felt five hundred years of loneliness and need pour into that connection. Her lips were cool but urgent, her tongue sliding against mine with desperate intensity.
I pulled her closer, one hand tangling in her silver hair, the other sliding down to grip her hip. She made a sound – half-moan, half-gasp – and it sent heat straight through me.
We broke apart only long enough for her to pull me toward the bedroom. No words. Just hands and mouths and the building friction between us.
The bedroom was as luxurious as the rest of her suite – massive bed with silk sheets, low lighting that cast everything in warm shadows, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city far below.
But I barely registered any of it.
