Golden Surrender

Kaelen’s hand slid to her waist as he guided her gently, carefully, toward the center of the rug. The glow of the fire painted her skin in shades of gold and shadow, and when she sank beneath him, it was as though the flames themselves bowed to her radiance.

He lowered himself, lips returning to hers before trailing lower, worshipping the soft slope of her chest, teasing across her peaked n*****s