HEIM OF GODS

Chapter 8: WINDS OF PASSION

...She turned to him, her fingers ghosting over the laces of his tunic". "Lie down," she murmured.

Kael obeyed, sinking onto the soft furs, his breath slow, measured, as she stood before him. Her hands moved to the ties of her dress, unfastening them with agonizing slowness. The fabric loosened, slipping from her shoulders, revealing skin as smooth as polished ivory.

The dress fell away, pooling at her feet.

Kael’s breath hitched.

She stood bare before him, her body a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves. Her breasts were full and round, their soft weight rising and falling with each breath. Her nipples, a delicate shade of pink, tightened in the cool air, as if calling for his touch. His eyes roamed lower, over the gentle curve of her stomach, the subtle dip of her waist, the strong yet supple swell of her hips. Her thighs, toned from years of movement, parted slightly as she stepped forward, confidence in every motion.

"You stare as if you've never seen a woman before," she teased, running a finger down her own stomach, stopping just above the point where her body ached for him.

Kael swallowed, his voice rough. "Never one like you."

She smiled and climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her warmth pressing against his clothed form. Her bare skin was hot against him, and he sucked in a breath as her breasts brushed against his chest. She moved slowly, rolling her hips, letting him feel the heat of her against his hardened length, separated only by the thin fabric of his breeches.

Her lips found his, soft at first, then hungrier. She kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling as her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle, the battle scars that told the story of his life. She tugged at his tunic, pulling it over his head, leaving him bare beneath her touch.

Kael groaned as she ran her hands down his stomach, her nails lightly scratching the skin. Her fingers trailed lower, undoing the ties of his breeches, and before he could say a word, she had freed him.

Her eyes darkened with something primal. She ran her fingers over him, tracing his length, teasing him with slow, deliberate touches. Kael exhaled sharply, his hands tightening on her hips.

"Do you always take such pleasure in making a man beg?" he rasped.

She leaned down, her breath warm against his ear. "Only when the man is worth it."

Then she moved against him, guiding him into her, sinking down with a slow, torturous motion that had them both gasping.

Kael’s grip tightened on her waist as she rocked against him, her body moving in perfect rhythm with his. The fire cast shifting shadows over their entwined bodies, illuminating the sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her breasts bounced with each movement. He reached up, cupping one in his palm, rolling his thumb over the hardened peak, earning a breathless moan from her lips.

She arched against him, tilting her head back, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she moved faster, taking him deeper, her breath coming in soft, desperate gasps.

Kael sat up, pulling her closer, capturing her lips again as he thrust up into her, meeting her movements with equal hunger. Their bodies pressed together, their skin slick with heat, every touch sending waves of pleasure through them.

Her nails dug into his back as she cried out, her body tightening around him. He followed moments later, holding her against him as the pleasure crashed over them both.

For a long moment, they stayed like that, their breathing heavy, their bodies still tangled.

She traced lazy patterns over his chest, smiling against his skin. "Not so reluctant after all," she murmured.

Kael smirked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Told you so."

Outside, the wind howled, but within the inn, the fire still burned, warm and unyielding, much like the passion that had ignited between them.