Chapter 28: Fire and Ice - 8
Mira lay on the tavern bed, bare from the waist up, her bronze skin glowing in the soft candlelight, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
Her full breasts curved gently, their dark nipples taut in the cool air, her toned stomach taut beneath, leading to the flare of her hips, still draped in a thin sheet.
Her long, muscular legs stretched across the bed, their smooth contours catching the light, a faint sheen of sweat hinting at the heat of her fireblood.
Her red hair spilled wild over the pillow, framing her sharp jaw and full lips, her amber eyes soft but unafraid, no trace of the nervous fire that once consumed her.
Kio sat beside her, his tools laid out on a clean silk cloth—ink, a fine steel needle, a small vial of cooling balm shimmering with herbal oils.
He prepared with quiet focus, his hands steady, his dark eyes tracing her form with reverence, not lust.
The tavern was hushed, its hearth a distant glow, the air thick with cedar, wax, and the faint smokiness of Mira’s presence.
"You’ve done this before," she murmured, her voice low, warm with trust.
"Yes," Kio replied, his tone calm, meeting her gaze.