Nevara
I stood there for what felt like forever, heart hammering against my ribs as Thoren watched me from the couch. The belt rested across his thigh like a promise. Every second that passed made the air thicker, heavier with anticipation.
Then he started to rise.
“Wait!” The word burst out of me. “I’m coming.”
His slow, satisfied smile made my stomach flip. I walked toward him on unsteady legs, stopping just out of easy reach. Close enough to smell the warm, familiar scent of him. Far enough to pretend I still had some control.
“Leggings off,” he ordered quietly.
I hesitated only a second before hooking my thumbs into the waistband and shimmying them down. I left my panties on—thin, lacy, already damp—and stepped out of the fabric.
Thoren’s gaze darkened as it dragged over my bare
