Debbie
I was trembling, my skin slick with sweat and the lingering heat of our first explosion. I thought I was spent. I thought my body couldn't possibly take any more. But as I leaned against the cold cave wall, gasping for air, Rain gripped my hips with hands that felt like branding irons.
His eyes weren't just amber anymore; they were burning gold.
"I’m not done with you yet, Debbie," he growled, his voice a low vibration that traveled from his chest straight into mine. "Not even close."
He didn't give me time to process it. He took me by the hand and led me deeper into the cave, away from the flickering fire, to a smooth, flat ledge of rock.
"Hands on the stone. Arch that ass for me.”
I did exactly what he said. I leaned forward, my palms pressing against the cool, rough surface
