Wind nipped her cheeks with the barest sting of autumn. Cold temps weren’t her favorite, but tonight she didn’t mind. With Eryx’s heat at her back and the scorching grip of his emotions, the cooler air was a relief. “Am I ever going to get to fly on my own again?” Eryx’s arm tightened around her waist and he nuzzled her ear. “When I have fewer control issues.” His provocative rasp dragged invisible fingers down her belly, and she wriggled against him. From there, they stayed silent, the quiet accentuating the erotic tension between them. Eryx guided them toward a stretch of darkened buildings and brought them to land alongside a towering rock wall. He steered her forward, still quiet. Almost brooding. Thick, spongy grass with its veins of silver sparkled in the moonlight, their footsteps registering no more than a whisper. The perfume of unseen blossoms hung in the air, tinged with a salty, elusive scent.
