A Night That Belonged to Them

The air between them was heavy with unspoken words, but neither needed them now. Their kiss had already said everything—every unshed tear, every moment of longing, every unspoken promise.

Aaria's breath came in shallow gasps as Siren pulled her closer, his arms wrapping around her as if he feared she might disappear again. Her fingers traced over his skin, hesitant at first, then firmer, more certain, as if she was trying to memorize him in the darkness.

The ocean whispered around them, the waves kissing the shore in soft, rhythmic sighs, as if the world itself understood the gravity of this moment.

Siren brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers lingering against her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "Stay with me tonight."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't a plea.

It was a need.

Aaria's lips parted, but no words came. Instead, she reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his, and gave the slightest nod.

Siren exhaled, relief washing over him. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her as if she was something fragile, something precious. The warmth of her body against his sent sparks through his veins, igniting something deeper than desire.

The shore became their world, the night sky their witness.

Siren laid her down upon the soft sand, his body hovering over hers, his gaze drinking her in. The moonlight bathed her in its glow, making her look almost unreal—like a dream.

But she wasn't a dream. She was here. She was his.

He leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead, then her cheek, then the corner of her lips, teasing, worshipping. Aaria's breath hitched, her fingers gripping his shoulders.

Then finally, he kissed her again.

And this time, it wasn't desperate.

It was slow, deep, reverent.

It was a kiss that spoke of centuries of longing, of devotion, of an unbreakable bond that even time couldn't erase.

Her hands moved against his back, tracing every muscle, every scar, as if trying to piece together the parts of him she didn't remember. Siren shuddered at her touch, at the intimacy of it.

The night wrapped around them, but the fire between them burned brighter.

Time didn't exist. The past didn't matter. The future was uncertain.

But tonight, she was his.