GUNTER POV
I couldn’t believe she said those words.
Not just the words themselves — but the way she said them. Her voice, low and trembling, with that mix of fire and fear that made my chest ache. It wasn’t the first time she’d made me lose control with a whisper, but it was the first time she’d ever said something that almost made my world stop spinning.
“Say it again,” I murmured, my lips tracing the soft skin between her ear and her neck.
I could feel her shiver, could feel her pulse thrum beneath my mouth. Every time I touched her, she trembled — not from fear, not anymore, but from something far deeper, something raw and alive.
“I like fire,” she whispered, her breath catching on the words.
Goddess.
I pulled back just far enough to look at her — my Tessa, flushed and wide-eyed,
