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The city's celebrations roared loudly on the streets far below Solas' private eyrie—the highest point of the castle wing. Brilliant arcs of magic exploded outside his overlarge windows, painting the room in bursts of wild color. Yet his eyes remained fixed on hers.

She lay beneath him—exactly where he liked her most—as he straddled her hips. Shirtless, but still half-clothed, he offered her a wicked grin, though beneath it ran something more deeply connected. The hard lines of his muscles shifted as he pinned her wrists briefly above her head, just long enough to feel her squirm before he released her. He much preferred her hands free, roaming across his bare chest, dragging nails over his skin. Her touch ignited him more than any display of dominance.

The bell that would mark the turning of the century would ring any moment now, and he knew precisely how he wanted to seize the occasion.

He dipped closer to her, capturing her lips with his, hungry for everything more. Outside, a particularly grand burst of magic painted dazzling, twisting patterns across the sky, accompanied by Arlathan’s uproarious cheers. When he pulled back, his lips curled into a smirk, and he chuckled something dark, and devilish.

"It is easy to imagine they cheer for us," he said, cocky and confident, lifting a brow in amused arrogance. The back of his finger traced the curve of her cheek—a starkly devotional gesture that juxtaposed the fire in his eyes. He leaned in again, catching the lobe of her ear between his teeth in a playful bite. The sting of it melted into the gentle press of his lips against her jaw, an apology wrapped in heat. He dropped his voice to a growl that curled low and dangerous in her ear.

"Let me give you something worthy of their awe."

With those words, he rolled his hips into hers, a deliberate, maddening motion, just as the bell’s toll echoed through the city, loud and reverberous, heralding a new century that he wished he could spend the rest of solely between her legs.