Sloane's POV
There was a searing heat flooding through me, like a burning river crashing against my lower belly. My legs began to weaken. I felt the slickness building between my thighs, soaking through my underwear. I could feel the wet warmth of arousal dripping down the sides of my legs, completely out of my control.
Mortified, I pressed both hands to my face, my body trembling. I felt like I was about to lose my mind.
Wane noticed something was wrong. He grabbed my wrist with concern.
"Evie, what's going on?" His voice was commanding, intense. "Tell me exactly how you feel. I need you to be honest."
The strength and heat of his touch only made everything worse. The fire inside me surged higher, pushing me toward him, begging me to throw myself into his arms. I wanted to devour him
