““filling her inch by inch, she forgot that she was queen and that she had a separate body and a kingdom and a world to look after. When Rowan was seated deep in her, trembling with restraint as he let her adjust, she lifted her burning hands to his face, wind and ice tumbling and roaring around them, dancing across the waves with ribbons of flame. There were no words in his eyes; none in hers, either. Words did not do it justice. Not in any language, in any world. He leaned in, claiming her mouth as he began to move, and they let go entirely. She might have been crying, or it might have been his tears on her face, turning to steam amid her flames. She dragged her hands down his powerful, muscled back, over scars from battles and terrors””
