Thor brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. Without warning, his fingers slid to the back of her head, gripping her hair just enough to pull her into a kiss—deep, urgent, and laced with restrained desire.

It was the kind of kiss that ripped Celina out of reality and into another world. The kind that dismantled every defense she had left.

She melted against him, powerless to resist. Every touch from him set her skin ablaze, every sigh was an invitation to