Chapter 39

• Their bodies moved in rhythm, as Dante was thrusting slowly inside her. Every touch, every breath between them deepened the connection, one that pulsed with magic, with meaning, with a craving that could never quite be satisfied.
• Aria’s hands slid along Dante’s back, fingers tracing the tension in his muscles as he fucked her, slow and purposeful, like each motion was an unspoken vow. His lips never strayed far from her skin, pressing against her throat, her shoulder, her lips again, as if trying to memorize every inch of her soul through touch alone.
• The bond between them shimmered, glowing faintly across their skin like heat lightning under their flesh. It wasn’t just physical. It was elemental. As though the universe had cracked open for them alone and allowed this moment to exist, wild and perfect.