Devil's Den

Adeline was comfortable. She did not mind the silence between them, and the only sound filling the hallway was his footsteps. She was lulled by his breathing, composed and quiet. His embrace was warm, despite his icy touch. His arms that acted as cages, was a place she saw comfort.

Being carried in his arms, Adeline was reminded of how strong he was. He didn't break out in a sweat, didn't complain, and didn't tease. His breathing was normal and nowhere labored.

"Are you falling asleep on me now?" Elias teased in a low, sultry voice.

Adeline shivered in response. His voice was an effortless seduction that wrapped around her like silk. Everything he did was a temptation she couldn't afford.

"Despite your muscles, you're quite comfortable," she admitted in a small, tired tone.