Whatever sizzled in the air between them, it was a weighty, palpable thing, sparking like a live wire in a thunderstorm. He could feel its pull dance along his skin, the current setting his blood alight.

He gasped, gave a full-body shudder and capitulated, eyes closing on a sigh as he allowed his heart free on tentative wings. With a ferocious need he worshipped at the temple of his lover: fingers digging into muscle, nose buried in curls, throat swallowing reflexively. He needed Celegorm to come apart for him and no other.