Nevara
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bedside lamps casting warm shadows across the walls. The quiet felt intimate, insulated from the chaos that had consumed the day. For the first time since everything had unraveled, there was nothing demanding our attention—no threats, no decisions, no responsibilities beyond the two of us.
I straddled Thoren, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. His hands rested lightly at my hips, not guiding, not controlling—just waiting. The shift in power was unmistakable, and the awareness of it sent a thrill through me.
His gaze roamed over my face, dark with anticipation. “You’re enjoying this,” he murmured.
“Very much,” I replied, letting my fingers trail along his chest before leaning closer. “But I want more.”
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