Of course, he wasn't finished. The release had cleared his mind, but it hadn't extinguished the fire. If anything, it had only stoked the coals. That was just the foreplay, the tribute. The real game… the total possession… was just about to start.
He didn't pull away. Instead, he pulled her down with him, collapsing onto the soft furs in a tangle of limbs. He arranged them spoon-fashion, molding his chest against her sweat-drenched back, fitting them together like two puzzle pieces carved from the same heat.
He lay there for a while, just breathing. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her damp skin… a mix of salt, musk, and the lingering sweetness of the wildflowers.
