The door to their chambers had barely closed behind them before Attia's hands found Lori's waist, pulling her against him with a hunger that had been building for days. The weight of the past weeks—the trial, the threats, the uncertainty—had finally lifted, leaving behind a raw, desperate need to reconnect, to reaffirm, to claim.
Lori's breath caught as his lips found her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the sensitive skin. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, her body arching into his.
"Attia," she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
He pulled back just enough to look at her, his dark eyes blazing with a fire that made her knees weak.
"I need you," he said, his voice low and rough. "I need to feel you. To know you're mine."
Lori reached up and touched
