Friction and Fire

Now, there was nothing left between them but friction and fire.

Kaelen pulled back just an inch, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming in ragged, scorched hitches. His eyes were no longer dark; they were black, reflecting a hunger that threatened to unmake them both. He cupped the underside of her hips, lifting her just enough to align her with the heavy, pulsing heat of him.

Then