Witch Devours*

CRASH.

Zara slammed into Pyris, momentum sending them both sprawling onto the couch. The impact knocked the air from her lungs, but it was nothing compared to the sudden awareness of the body beneath her.

The remote clattered uselessly to the floor, completely forgotten.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Zara's hands were splayed against Pyris' chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, rising and falling with slow, steady breaths. Her long hair had slipped forward, strands cascading on either side of her face, some spilling across his chest like dark silk. The soft glow from the TV flickered over them, casting shifting shadows that only deepened the intensity of the moment.

Her thighs clenched around his hips, instinctively adjusting to the way he fit against her. A shiver crawled down her spine as heat radiated between them, his body impossibly warm, his scent intoxicating. Crisp, clean, and undeniably him.