Before I could reply, he swept his hand lower, supporting my waist as he slowly lowered us both down onto the thick, velvety rug right in front of the hearth. The heat from the crackling fire brushed against my skin, but it was nothing compared to the blazing warmth of Demetrius’s body pressing down over mine.
He shrugged off his silk robe, discarding it onto the floor beside us, and helped me strip away my tunic and trousers until there was nothing left between us.
Hovering directly over me in classic missionary, he rested his weight on his forearms, framing my face with his large hands. His amber eyes glowed in the firelight—deep, fierce, and brimming with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat. The golden thread of our mate bond pulsed wildly between us, echoing every bea
