Moonspear Sail to the Sun

She needn't have called for him—for the silver guardian had his first taste of her and had become addicted. Her heat—a frenzy of passion—and Argent would never be the same. 

And so the icy shadow was drawn to the flame, and when she crooned out to him to relieve her, he answered with his own rumbling note, emerging from foliage to the secluded paradise she had chosen. 

His eyes were fast upon her—his form moving to wrap around her, testing her warmth—eager to plant a kiss to where her nape would meet her shoulder.