Chapter 47 Entwined In Candlelight

• By the time they dried off from the bath, the warmth in Mikko’s chambers had settled into something softer, more languid. The fire had burned low, but the flickering light still danced across Espen’s damp shoulders as she padded barefoot to the bed. Mikko followed her like gravity itself, tugging on loose trousers but not bothering with a shirt.
• The second she sat on the edge of the mattress, he was behind her, pulling her into his chest with that same hunger simmering low and deep.
• “I can’t keep my hands off you,” he murmured, mouth brushing the shell of her ear. “But you’re lucky you’re still healing. Otherwise, I’d show you three more positions that would leave you breathless until sunrise.”