[VOLUME 12: THE ORIGIN][ERA: THE PRIMEVAL AGE][LOCATION: ABYSSAL FRAGMENT - THE AMETHYST CAVERN]
The kiss was a torrential, beautiful collision of two entirely different worlds.
Aldren kissed her as if she were the very breath in his lungs, his desperation bleeding into absolute worship. His large, calloused hands, hot enough to rival forge-fire, swept down Elara's spine, pulling her impossibly closer until the soft curves of her mortal body were pressed flush against the unyielding, heavy muscle of his chest.
Elara didn't shrink away from the beast. She tangled her fingers into the thick, dark hair at the nape of his neck, anchoring him to her. Her Eternal Core—the ancient, slumbering Origin power within her—responded to his Abyssal magic not as an enemy, but as a missing half. A soft, golden warmth bloomed from her chest, seeping into the spaces where Aldren's shadows were the most jagged.
