The heavy wooden door clicked shut, cutting us off from the rest of the world, and Demetrius didn't waste another second. He set me down on the edge of the large four-poster bed, but before my feet could even touch the floor, his mouth was on mine.
The kiss was hot, hungry, and entirely devoid of the careful restraint he usually held back. His tongue tangled with mine, drinking me in with a raw, desperate intensity that set every nerve ending in my body on fire. There was no hesitation left between us—only months of built-up tension, war, and survival finally boiling over into pure, unadulterated passion.
"Demetrius," I gasped against his lips as his hands worked with feverish speed, tugging the delicate fabric of my gown down my shoulders.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to tear
