The world outside the door ceased to exist the moment it clicked shut. The grand, imposing chambers of the Demon King became a universe unto themselves, and at its center was the magnetic, consuming pull between Jax and Orianna.
The kiss that had begun in the hallway didn't break; it deepened, evolving from a statement of intent into a voracious exploration.
There was no slow, romantic build-up. This was the meeting of two titans, two leaders who had recognized each-other and now sought to get together.
Jax's lips were a firm, possessive pressure against hers, his tongue a dominant force that swept into her mouth, not to ask, but to take.
Orianna met his intensity with her own, a fierce, passionate fire that was no less demanding.
Her hands, which had been resting on his chest, fisted in the fabric of his tunic, pulling him closer, a silent, demanding command for more.
