The moment they were out of sight, her authoritative, regal demeanor shifted.
That signature, laid-back, wicked smirk spread across her full lips.
"You've been avoiding my grove, Divine One," Zephyra murmured, stepping completely into his personal space. The heavy scent of crushed lotus and burning sage immediately hit his senses, bringing back a flash of vivid, highly explicit memories.
"Well…I've been busy consolidating my core," Sol replied smoothly, not backing away an inch. He let his eyes drop deliberately to her neck.
The heavy bone necklaces she wore perfectly covered the dark, bruised bite marks he knew were still fading there. "And giving you time to recover. I wasn't exactly gentle."
"I thought maybe I broke you for good."
Zephyra let out a rich, throaty chuckle, completely unfazed by his bluntness. "You certainly tried your hardest, you absolute monster," she whispered back, her eyes trailing down his chest to linger on the scar.
