The shadowed alcove between the two massive tapestries of the East Wing was not designed for the activities currently taking place within it.
Aeron had Kaia pinned back against the cool stone wall, his mouth devouring hers with a desperate, starving intensity. His bare hands gripped her hips, hauling her up slightly so that her soft center pressed flush against the heavy, straining ridge of his erection through the dark wool of his trousers.
"Brilliant," Aeron growled against her lips, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, tasting of morning coffee and absolute obsession. "Terrifying and brilliant."
Kaia let out a soft, breathless moan, her hands tangling in the pale gold silk of his hair. The adrenaline from outsmarting Victoria was still singing in her veins, making every nerve ending acutely sensitive.
"Aeron," she gasped, breaking the kiss just enough to drag in a lungful of air. "We are in the corridor. Anyone could walk by."
