Chapter 43 Ember Greene

• She disrupted his calm. Alaric’s breathing grew rapid, and Emerald’s hands moved quickly, unbuttoning his shirt, her slender fingers slipping inside. When her palm touched his lower abdomen, she felt the hard, uneven ridges of his muscles, each part of him responding to her touch.
• They both gasped softly. It had been a long time since they were this close. Maybe it was true what they say—sometimes, a little distance does wonders, even better than a newlywed’s embrace. This feeling was achingly sweet.
• Emerald tugged at his coat, unbuttoning it one by one to properly feel his body.