The Heat of Surrender

The cabin pulsed with heat—not from the crackling fire, but from them, from the aching nearness of two bodies drawn together, from the hunger coiled tight between each breath. On the couch, tangled in an intimacy that left no space for air or doubt, the world outside fell away. There was only the firelight, the silence between heartbeats, and the slow, relentless burn of desire.

Lyra lay stretche