Chapter 143: Sophia and Orion I
Those were the only words Orion needed to hear.
Orion's gaze, dark and intense, devoured her. He leaned in, his lips finding hers again, not with the tentative exploration of moments before, but with a hungry certainty that stole her breath.
Her mouth softened beneath his, parting slightly, inviting. A low hum vibrated in her throat, a sound of pure yielding, as her hands instinctively found purchase on his broad shoulders, fingers digging into the thick wool of his tunic, pulling him tighter still.
His scent, cedar and smoke, musky male and something wild, untamed, filled her senses, an intoxicating haze that blurred the edges of the flickering firelight, the sturdy walls of his home, even the memory of her own name.
All that existed was the press of his body against hers, the insistent warmth of his mouth, the dizzying plunge of his tongue as it sought hers, intertwining, dancing. The movement was an invitation she opened up to, willingly.
