The air in the luxurious suite of The Silver Pine Inn was heavy, charged with a tension that was equal parts desperation and illicit desire. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting dancing shadows against the velvet drapes, but the warmth it provided was nothing compared to the heat radiating from the man in the bed.
Alaric leaned in, his lips capturing Yun Lan's in a kiss that was meant to be a question, a plea, and a claiming all at once. His hand, which had been resting on her waist, slid upward with possessive intent, grasping the heavy, soft weight of her massive breast through the thin, white fabric of her inner robe.
